[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-...
Excuse me, I do not fuck with no broke n***as and that's on my set
I been getting bread since I was young had to grind and sweat
I remember trapping out the crib where all the fiends was at
I was prolly selling some narcotics in yo cul-de-sac
Bitch, I get that money, I do everything I do to eat
If my family ain't got no food, then I don't get no sleep
Had to bring that action 'cause my pops done told me talk is cheap
Gangstas move in silence, you don't see us when
When we walk, we creep
[Chorus]
You can't touch 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