[Verse 1]
I know you like to dance around
Middle finger to the sky
You'll never come down
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
And you swear
I'm the new heroin

[Pre-Chorus]
There is no sugar in my blood
There is no bitch inside my step
I'm as rude as they will come
Please don't you fucking forget

[Chorus]
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
[Verse 2]
These horns don't get bloody for no reason
'Tis the season for open season on bitch n***as
Ditch diggin', I promise I ain't no bitch n***a
Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on a twitch, hittin'
Anyone that look at me foreign
Four homies in four-doors
Semi-automatic weapons hanging out the
Window of the bitch
Funny we just kids blinded by the shit
That make us feel like shit
Loading hollow tips into a busted 45
Dare a n***a look me in my eyes

[Chorus]
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n***as stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
[Outro]
G-r-r-r, that's trump-tight, n***a
Yeah, wassup, n***a, ay, n***a
You see the rims on it? You see the rims?
You see the rims?
Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
Them— them the thangs, mane, you ain't even—
N***a, I got TVs in the car, look, right here
Portable, haa, nah mean?
Portable, you know, feel me?
We got the basket
In case a bitch wanna go shopping