[Verse 1: S. Reidy]
How you gonna talk to a boy like that?
I be tripping in the kitchen, cooking scrambled eggs
Off the top, though, better cop a poncho, boy
Cause i'm making it rain, and my flow so wet, god dang

Funny how you talk smack
To a boy that, on the van that can hold like twenty cups
And my bat with my girl on my lap, yeah
Watching all that up on the DVD player

Rolling in like a skater
Oh, you want a verse from me? Well, you gotta catch me later
Just a call on my cell from the mayor
There's a giant alligator and I gotta send it there

Emo rapper in the cut
But I ain't cutting (I ain't cutting)
Quit your stunting, boy
I ain't 'fraid of nothing

[Verse 2: LoneMoon]
Yeah

Go fucking walk around town with a couple your hoes
She gonna get mad when I'm tryna make dough
She tryna make love but the love so-so
Bitch don't want me, she just want the boy gold, yeah

Hey, she a rendezvous hoe
She wanna make plans but I had to fucking go
Little homie wanna pick a fight? That's a no-no
I'm make you like a sweet and make you burn slow, like

Lock you in the motherfucking trunk
Heh
Millstone, you about to be sunk, bitch
Oh, okay

You fools talk shit, you about to get cut (yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, me? The crew? Finna get up
Yeah, okay, yeah

This my philosophy, I'm Socrates
Old Greek turn-the-other-cheek prophecy
No countdown for a sucker glocking me
Hoes, that style, hoe like an apostrophe

Maybe you can get down on the block with me
But if you playing, I got homies throwing shots for me
You a true little hoe if you can talk to me
Heh, yeah, put that all on me, I'm like