[Intro]
(Young Rich Squad)

[Chorus]
Boss n***a, go figure
Even if you talk shit, I won't diss ya'
Pull up with the chop stick, uh
It's a stick up
N***as think they flow sick, but so *hiccup*
Excuse me

[Verse]
A lane switching, no snitching
Aim with ya' languages, no bitching
Same as these lame n***as that stay simping
I stay with that 'K gripping, I can't kick it
Even if you aim listen, them shots missing
You talking, you was sneak dissing, but that's fishing
I prolly got some beef, vision, go wash dishes
'Cause most you n***as stay fibbing
You stay slipping
N***as think they flow sick, but it's so *hiccup*
Excuse me, I'm-...

[Chorus]
Excuse me, a boss n***a, go figure
Even if you talk shit, I won't diss ya'
Pull up with the chop stick, uh
It's a stick up
N***as think they flow sick, but so *hiccup*
Excuse me