[Intro]
What's brackin'?
B-Loc and Bentley, n***a know the business, uh

[Verse 1]
Pop out, a n***a got brand-new sticks
Pull up to the A to get a brand-new bitch, huh, huh, hey
Huh, fuck the filet, need a brand new dish
I would load up PC at six
I thought I was a lil' art boy
Coding-ass n***a or mechanic
Bring the glicks to the disco, make 'em panic
If I pop Perc, Crisco, I'm a manic
Fat-ass n***a, Sysco what I manage
When I pull up to the dispo', smell like damage
What you finna cop today? I'ma get the cabbage
Mix hair with the Shea, now I'm lookin' lavish
Miss her every day, how to make a balance?
Miss her, I'ma make a lil' trip to Dallas (Huh, hey, uh)
Took her ass out, get a salad
If she bring that ass out, will she sell it?
N***as еat it up like chopped cheese from a dеli
N***a got personalities like Melly
I'ma have a dilemma like I'm Nelly
She a bad ting with a lil' belly
Good things comin', I'm a motherfuckin' telly
Lil' bit nervous, sick to tummy
Tryna play me like a fool, like a dummy
Bring sticks, I ain't talkin' pool, we can run it
RipStik, I was so cool as a youngin'
Kickflip, too cool, do it off a 20
I'ma hit a 360 off a 30
Pop my shit, fly like a birdie
[Chorus]
Uh, no lie
You ain't got money, don't lie
Dirty bitches tryna play with my guys
You ain't got nothin' on mine
No dollar, no penny, no dollar, no—
No dollar, no penny, no dime
No problem with no triflin' liar
Ain't no problem here, I'm fine

[Verse 2]
Huh, n***as want a problem when they tell me, "Pull a band out"
You a raisin-ass n***a, no Bran, nah
Weird n***a pull up to my show and fan out
Lil' boy talkin' big on the 'Gram now
I'ma whoop that lil' ass like a grandma
I'ma do a lil' flex just to flex just to— oh
Do a lil' flex, make it spread out
Make a ham sandwich, pull the bread out
Boy can't see green, make a red dot
Got Glocky with a beam, got artillery
Got the whole military, brought my men out
I might run the campaign like I'm Hillary
Or I'ma be on Disney like Hannah
Should've put my ass in a fuckin' spelling bee
I be usin' words n***as never heard now
I ain't heard what a fuckboy tellin' me
Stick, stones, but words never hurt now
I'on know why they thought they was ahead of me
Got 'em on guillotine or burnout
Need good Perc, somethin' like amphetamine
Off a Addy, Addy, I just might burn out
Yeah, my old hoes nothin' but dead to me
All these other lil' hoes wanna turn now
[Outro]
Oh, syxx god