[Intro: Baby Smoove & Louie Rankin as Lennox 'Ox' in Belly (1998)]
(Rocaine Baby)
Cannot believe you
Bullshitclaat losin'… cannot believe…
I don’t wanna watch some bumbaclaat no more
I put my trust in them, and now we're gonna lose
Bumbaclaat war, hmm?
Wanna ramp wit me?
Come on!
Mi say! Mi shot pussyole people fi fun!
What is wrong with this bi—
This don't go like THIS baby bro!
Who wanna test me?
Come on! Come on!
Don't know uno a bumbaclaat ramp wit?
Uno know me, I am the original Jamaican Don Dada! You understand?
Jamaican rudeboy! You don’t wanna ramp wit bumbaclaat me?
Come! Come on! I murder people for fun!
Murder on a bumbaclaat for fun!

[Verse 1]
My diamonds got a big difference, shit our bitches too
Foreign car cost a house, but it ain't come with a pool
I told that lil' bitch surprise mе, show me what you do
He talkin' tough all on IG, I have 'еm step on you
Four racks, all twentys, he gon' show it like it's cool
No cap, I think I'm Tiny rolling with some Avenue
I never scale what's in my wood, I just stuff it 'til it's full
I'ma buy a G Wagon and go park that bitch on 7 Mile
I'm comin' flawless grill, but these bitches love it when I smile
I be too alert, I'm shootin' first, you can't take me out
I be too alert, I'm like Dirk with his leg out
If I ain't fuck with you back then, we ain't hanging out
N***as grown as hell, but look at me with they hand out
Run up on me with your phone, we gon' give you all the clout
I'ma play it like it's real cool, then we gon' take you out
[Verse 2]
C4 all on 30s, I'm on drank, we goin' neck and neck
I fell asleep with my Cuban on, and it hurt my neck
You can't afford to sip lean like me, it'll hurt your check
My SRT with a mini Drac', it'll hurt your vest
I passed n***as and they had co-signs, I don't need no help
30 belts in my closet, now come hang yourself
N***as really love me, one call, and they shoot like Steph
If n***as had some worth, I swear to God, they'd pawn they self
Christian Dior everything, I even got some of they belts
Hit the corner, AMG, my body be hugging the belt
Man I'm really rich, I swear to God, I be havin' 'em
Mmm, mmm, they shootin' like Steph