[Intro]
Double S
(Who's Chupi anyways?)

[Chorus]
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, n***a, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the bity you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him

[Verse]
N***a must think that I'm pussy but it don't
Yeah, that rap shit, get you wrapped quick, get you wacked, bitch
Blow you off the fuckin' map, bitch, bitch, we clap shit
And I hope you ain't think I was fuckin' done
Downin' all these fuck n***as just like Vietnam
N***as know that the boy YL like to play wit' bombs
Might hear my name, hear Osama
Y'all lil n***as know I bring that pressure to your mama house
Just like a candle, n***a, we gon' have to blow you out
I'll send my young n***a, pull up on you, air it out
Know these n***as pussy, boy, these n***as ain't for real
I pull up wit' a stick and catch a kill
YL not a slave but I'm really in the field
If you play we take your top off like a double seal
Got a bad yellow thot bitch but she from Brazil
[Chorus]
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, n***a, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the building you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him
I ain't wit' that phony shit
Hop out, n***a, wit' the stick
Pull up on you bustin' shit, I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you see me in the bity you know that I'm clutchin'
YL be wit' real shooters, that's why they can't touch him