[Chorus: YUNG-RARE]
I don’t fuck with n***as imma let 'em know
You might tote a pistol imma let it blow
Caught him shaking I know that he bouta fold
I walk a road that you n***as don’t wanna roll
Ya 20% hater, 20% lick
20% busta, 20% snitch
20% chance you fumble over the stick
I guess you 100% bitch
Yeah!

[Verse 1: YUNG-RARE]
Your father is a bitch
Your mother is a bitch
Your sister and your daughter and your brother is a bitch
The feds and them fucking undercovers is a bitch
I lost too many n***as to lose another to a bitch

Okay N***a fuck you, and you, and you
All the talking, all that bumping and barking, turn 'em into a carcass
Imma have to do you, and you, and you
Shake 'em off me
I might shoot up the party and roll

[Chorus: YUNG-RARE]
I don’t fuck with n***as imma let 'em know
You might tote a pistol imma let it blow
Caught him shaking I know that he bouta fold
I walk a road that you n***as don’t wanna roll
Ya 20% hater, 20% lick
20% busta, 20% snitch
20% chance you fumble over the stick
I guess you 100% bitch
Yеah!
[Verse 2: YUNG-RARE]
I don’t like you hoes one bit
Yеs I am a dog catcher, yes you are a bitch
I can turn your white tee red real quick
N***a I could turn your life to a Live Leak clip
I’m back and I ain’t fuckin leaving again
Swear I needed to spin
Man I’m so sick of these n***as I gotta squeeze it again
It go -
If it’s up, then it’s stuck
Nothin turn to gold, everything I touch turn to dust n***a

[Chorus: YUNG-RARE]
I don’t fuck with n***as imma let 'em know
You might tote a pistol imma let it blow
Caught him shaking I know that he bouta fold
I walk a road that you n***as don’t wanna roll
Ya 20% hater, 20% lick
20% busta, 20% snitch
20% chance you fumble over the stick
I guess you 100% bitch
Yeahhhh!
I don’t fuck with n***as imma let 'em know
You might tote a pistol imma let it blow
Caught him shaking I know that he bouta fold
I walk a road that you n***as don’t wanna roll
Ya 20% hater, 20% lick
20% busta, 20% snitch
20% chance you fumble over the stick
I guess you 100% bitch
Yeah!