[Intro]
Right, right
Right, right
Right, right
Right

[Verse]
Feeling like I haven't slept in a bit
[?] actually quit
What happened to this?
N***a kill 'em with the raps that he spit
[?]
Used to have a legit passion for this
Really now it makes me actually sick
Talkin' 'bout the money, smashin' a bitch
Shit is gettin' boring, 'bout to just hit
Fuckin' n***a it's a fact that I went
Tired thinkin' n***as making half a hit
You rap about no [?] you actually snitch
It's really gettin' very tiring
If you ain't spitting bars, then I ain't hiring
I am the head of this n***a, who's higher than
[?] bitches they admiring
Fuck, n***a
I can not shop at Google anymore
Reminds me your pussy when in the store
Shit is irrelevant won't say no more (Right, right)
N***as is bitches they [?] shit
Spittin' this verse but can't talk with the fist
I can get violent when pushed to the limit (Strap, strap, strap)
Hold up man, what's up?
Run it all
Fight night, in the club
On site, fuck it all
[Pre-Chorus]
You bitch, I get all
You bitch, I get all
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)

[Chorus]
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)
Right, right (You bitch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You bitch, I get all)