[Verse 1: Cocaine Krueger]
Blow it like a fan, suck it like a vacuum bruh
Yeah these hoes be going mane, tell that bitch to lick my nuts
Text your motherfucking mane, tell 'em you gotta work late
On the way to the hotel, she waiting with a hot plate
Aye, you mad ain't you? It ain't my fault though
Your bitch is so wide she want it on the couch, or floor
Wake up in the AM and she making me some waffles
Onto the next, I said to her, go fuck off hoe
Lyrically kick her out the door, as I start to roll my dough
Go to [?] seen this bitch down at the corner store
Trying to bum for a ride, in this Chevy, hop inside
She said thank you for the ride, I say this your turn to ride
Sniffing up a line, Doomshop on the rise
Bitch come get you a player, it will make you forget other guys
Tennessee mane, raising hell on these fucking hoes
Chiefing on a p, in the sheets, bitch take off your clothes

[Verse 2: Soulzay]
Had to tell your ass too many times, get off my nutsack
Dick like a drug to you, always trying to relapse
Bitch you need some rehab, because I can't save your ass for shit
Hoe you got the wrong guy, fuck up out my [?] bitch
Go run that game, so fucking lame, the life we live is not the same
I'm just a playalistic grime fiend, out here gripping grain
Switching lanes, sipping on a deuce, you know I'm burning flame
Coming down, cruising to some pimping, bumping Marvin Gaye
I heard it through the grapevine that you was looking for a mack
Tired of them other guys, knowing they be fucking wack
Well hop up in my Cadillac, I hope you got a chronic sack
'Cause I don't pass my blunt hoe, I needs to smoke all of that
A playa got to stay high, to maintain all the time
Playas always get chose, so I ain't gotta fucking try
To put any effort into fucking a freaky bitch
Hoes always going dumb, you bitches ain't 'bout shit