[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck these bitches
I swear to god I only wanna fuck these bitches
N***as love these bitches
OJ Simpson, cut these bitches
Ugh, and slap these weirdos
Pull the 4-5, cut these weirdos
Don't talk, walk past them weirdos
Can't get a bird work, call his ass scarecrow
You hangin' out with dead man, no breakdance when I say hell spazz
You be [?], when [?] last stairs
Smoke the eagle loud then that boy will have [?]
I give the trunky but I'm not in at the derby thirst
I move chicken like the curb, I know you hear me first
I had to spend a thirty first
Mask on but I ain't at talk with thirty first
Huh, and I'm gettin' cheese-cheese
And my shit stink, get the Febreze, please
Money get away, you nothin' but a cheese-cheese
My specialities cost cars, hoes, T's, G's
And I ain't with the rebellion
He'll play dice 'cause his whole life, he gamblin'
Now a n***a panickin', stiffer than a mannequin
Damagin', X in the cup and we scrumblin'

[Chorus]
Uh, and yeah we from Harlem
You goddamn right, man, we lookin' for a problem
Thirty ain't revolver, Coke ain't [?]
Bet a n***a won't solve him
Now drop that top
He died on the same day, now pop that top
Ugh, don't know where you been
Yep, we done moved in the motherfuckin' UA
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, we at your wife house
No serve boy, but yes I'm gettin' wiped out
Damn, she got a wide mouth
N***as on the run, use your crib as a hideout
Any beef, we gon' ride out
One question, no, what you wanna die about?
I'm the truth so it ain't nothin' to lie about
Brand new 9. on you, I'ma try it out
You ain't gettin' wrong, whatchu talkin' about
Wet 'em up, man, that's how we dry 'em out
Problems, uh-un, we had a loss
Hit her from the back, I paid tails, they are animals
And I'm about the Willy on the night
On the back so she felt me gettin' silly on her
Holy dirty so a n***a went belly on 'em
A monster's boy, crack a motherfuckin' Philly on 'em, yeah
I'm buyin' it for 21, sellin' it for 29
Where you gettin' money from?
Dum-dums, damn whatchu damn dummies dumb
Duck n***a, fuck n***a, sweeter than a hunny bun
And I'm the real Fanitalia
See a head shit, man Haleakala
The koffinala, motherfuckin' milkshake
Where the forstone at? Baby boy, I'm gettin' real cake
We the bakery, what the fuck y'all gon' take from me?
Get away from me, we bankin' B
Your bank on C, don't play with me
You got nothin' to say to me
You n***as wanna talk, call the motherfuckin' Agency
[Chorus]
Uh, and yeah we from Harlem
You goddamn right, man, we lookin' for a problem
Thirty ain't revolver, Coke ain't [?]
Bet a n***a won't solve him
Now drop that top
He died on the same day, now pop that top
Ugh, don't know where you been
Yep, we done moved in the motherfuckin' UA