[Intro: Almighty Suspect]
Stop muhfuckin’ playin’ n***a, yeah
I’m much fuckin’ trippin’, all on the muhfuckin’ beat, bitch!
And my n***a Joey Trap, trippin’, hoe!
Stop muhfuckin’ — playin!

[Chorus: Joey Trap]
If it don’t got a seal, my n***a I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n***a take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, n***a I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
N***as! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
Imma fuck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that n***a, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver, Ay! Lil n***a, this is Balmain and BAPE, not Hilfiger
Imma get some brain and run it like Quiksilver
If I ever need to say something twice
You get five fingers on ya—

[Chorus]
If it don’t got a seal, my n***a I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n***a take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, n***a I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
N***as! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
Imma fuck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that n***a, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver—
[Verse 1: AlmightySuspect]
I needa get bands, if this n***a run up on me I’m gon’ leave him in a can
Guns and the backwoods, blow him out his pants
Steady talkin’ on the net, you the n***a in the stands
And n***as trippin’ and they know to call my phone
N***as said he takin’ what?
Bitch, he waitin’ at his home
In his big sus skirt, I ain’t never been no hoe
I’m the first one to shoot, n***as know I’m trained to go
Choppa eat n***a up like he Pac-Man
Bitch, ain't bring the dough, get back hand
And I’m finna fly, n***a says packed in
And if the bitch act up, she get smacked in

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
Bitch’ll act tough, she get muhfuckin’ slapped up
This nine on my lap, I don't know how to act
Dumb ass n***a, ran off with his pack
You won’t get that shit back
This a [?]

[Chorus]
If it don’t got a seal, my n***a I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n***a take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, n***a I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
N***as! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (yeah)
Imma fuck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that n***a, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver, Ay!