[Intro]
Yeah, mothafucka
Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch (What's up, what's up?)
Comin' at ya with that real
Let me put it down on all these hoes, ya heard me? Ayy (Bitch)

[Verse]
Sewers to the slums, where I'm from, yeah, I'm gettin' dumb
Yeah, I'm feelin' numb, when that herb fill up in my lungs
My swagger actin' foul, blackin' out
Roofie up my absinthe in the club, before I stagger out
Live or die, I’d rather take the latter route (Yup)
Take the ladder route
Rope around my neck, and kick the ladder out
There’s no need to drag it out
28 grams, gotta bag 'em out
Standin' in the rain, feelin' bad about
The mommas losin' jobs over the rocks
That I be passin' out in vast amounts
As fast as I can trash an ounce
The first to come, the last to bounce
Countin' benjies, put the block into a frenzy
The Glock is my appendage, I will pop you out the Bentley
Never catch a player actin' friendly
Talkin' to the devil like he sent me
Bitch!
Boy
[Hook]
If you got big guns throw 'em up
Break that ho, split that dutch
Stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
We don't give a fuck
Got some scribbles let 'em know
Stack yo money, sniff that blow
Tell me how that pussy hittin' bitch
You know I keeps it low
If you got big guns throw 'em up
Break that ho, split that dutch
Stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
We don't give a fuck
Got some scribbles let 'em know
Stack yo money, sniff that blow
Tell me how that pussy hittin' bitch
You know I keeps it low

[Outro]
Yeah, mothafucka
Sittin' on that real, ya heard me?
Street music
Lil Ugly Mane, 2012, ya heard me?
Fuck all ya hoes, bitch!