[Intro]
Who?
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(MIA JAY C)
Uh

[Chorus]
Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her—
Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your n***as can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors—
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer

[Verse 1]
Huh, all the single dollar bills go to dancers
Ah, kidnap some shit for Rio by the ransom
Huh, bitch, I know you see this money, talkin' 'bout some "handsome"
You could think you runnin' gang, but I'm just passive
Aggressive, until I pop a Perc' and get to crashin'
Out, on anything around me 'cause I'm savage
Huh, twenty-one straps in this bitch get to flashin'
I know that Jasmine still wanna fuck, but I'm passin'
Out, on this foreign model bitch who got her ass did
Huh, last year, I wasn't on shit, but this ain't last year
Huh, on my mama like I'm Cash Kidd
Huh, fuckin' on that one pretty bitch who got the fat friend (Liz)
[Chorus]
Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her—
Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your n***as can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors—
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer

[Verse 2]
[?]
I don't give no fuck
I hit 'em up, I had to spin 'em up, EMS gon' pick 'em up
Uh-uh, blicky tucked, I get back to business
I'm from the trenches, you ain't seen no witness 'round because we killed 'em
Huh, out the kitchen, how we got the chicken up
That small n***a, I'm big as fuck
Huh, hoppin' out that truck, look like I do too much, I does
Huh, look like he endanger my life, he bleedin' out, on Bloods
Bitch, I ain't a bitch, scared of no giants, go fee-fi-fo-fum
Huh, bandana top my drawers
Huh, choppa get him bullet drunk
Huh, body bag up in the trunk since n***as ain't gon' ride wit' us
Know I put on my roller blades, since n***as ain't gon' slide for us
Huh, go to Skateland wit' this yop yop, then line 'em up, now n***a
Hm, fuck you talkin' 'bout? I been wit' it, ignant
Found they block, pig it, spin it
Hop out on feet, like, "Get it, get it"
Handgun is a 50 AR, same size as a midget, n***a
Huh, bitch, you better not fidget, I ain't gon' kick you, we gon' hit you, n***a
Huh, [?] switches, boy
You know it's gon' blip you, boy
It ain't in my pocket, around my waist, I feel like [?]
I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore
All my n***as will fight, they in that cage look like Randy Couture
Huh, I did the most gangster work, 'cause I know how fake you are
Huh, I ain't never hate before, I ain't never hate for real
Huh, I could never hate up in my life, 'cause I know hate is real
Main reason I hit your neighborhood, do amazin' drills
But we look like the Taliban, we look like the Navy SEALs
Do I look like I'm chasin' hoes, or I look like chasin' Ms?
Tch, you know hoes chasin' me, and I keep hoes near
Bitch, I got a Rolls Royce, give a fuck about no Roseanne
Cookin' big dog like Kujo, bandana tied like Conan
Huh, oh man, I'm the reason why they workin' slow dance
Huh, fuck around and throw a [?], while I'm at [?]
Huh, white bitch want a Coke wit' cabana, and coke colored drawers
[Chorus]
Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her—
Huh, yeah, huh, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your n***as can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors—
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer