[Intro: Zotiyac & Billy Idol]
Hanging out for a body shot at night
Hahaha, I hate you n***a
Yeah (Oh, yeah)
AK
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Like damn, why you out alone? (Damn)
Lemme get your name and number, put it in my phone (Come on)
I ain't the type of n***a that string along
But I gotta couple bitches that I bring along (Ayy)
When them bitches get to talking like a sing along
We ain't tripping off the smoke, n***a, bring it on (The smoke)
Call me Mr. Make It Happen, I'ma bring it home (Make it happen)
N***as talking tough, I'm finna turn my demon on
Pull up in that demon, hop out, shoot up, it's a murder scene
I got the perfect angle (Uh), overall like Kurt Angle
N***as know my name and I do magic like I'm Criss Angel
Ahh, n***as know my name and I do magic like I'm Criss Angel
I'm a real man, so I got manners, tell a bitch, "Thank you"
Beat the beat up, paralyze her, leave the bitch strangled
Uh (Uh, uh)
N***as talk tough, on the real, don't even sound dangerous (Don't even ahh)
I ain't tripping though 'cause it don't matter how I sound either
Once the gun blast I bet that'll make a loud statement (Make a loud)
[Bridge]
Make a loud
Make her say uhh
Then you get the big picture
Paint you with a stick for the lip, bitch n***a

[Verse 2]
Ahh, ain't no n***a talking shit like me
Even seven foot n***as get a six by three
The first n***a touch me, ain't nobody gon' believe like the first n***a ever hit Muhammed Ali
I go stupid, get retarded, but who dumb? Not me
Say it's up when it's just stuck just like a gumdrop be
N***a running tryna duck from one of them gunshots be
Bullets spit, he hit the dirt just like some sunflower seeds (Ayy, ayy)
Hahaha, ah, ah, ayy, ah