[Intro]
Ain't gonna be too many suckers, and furthermore, I think you better check your mitts
Jay, come on, baby, let's cut this place loose
Yeah, chump, you better get the fuck out of here
And take your bitches with you, especially Ug-Mug here

[Verse 1]
The Hybrid, smoking on papaya
That give you n***as bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China, n***a, that's great
Like eighths of Grape Apes gettin' stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd
You're hiding something like a toupée
Truthfully, my friend, touché
You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model
And to me, your label seems like one of them pageant mamas
So guess who's the little bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick, that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos
My n***a, you ain't been what I been through
And if so, you would take a pencil through your temple
'Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain't even had pads, stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style's like fried chicken without seasoning
N***a, that's bland, fuck you up and your mans
I smack you like a bitch, n***a, that's open-hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize, I throw your ass off the boardwalk
Fag, you ain't play sports, but always at the ballpark
Type of n***a rocking Crocs at the fuckin' Walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked, guess what? I'm runnin' from this fiend car
I know a n***a dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
[Verse 2]
I'm a smart n***a that do dumb shit
In your baby mama crib, not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers
You blank shooters on stank hooters
I'm in Aruba sippin' wine cooler
Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism
That's why these white bitches wanna get with him
I smack it, flip it like Mike Bivins
But to me, your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes' toes is fucked, beauty supply sandals
Handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irritated when I'm not sedated
Fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fuckin' with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smellin' like Cool Ranch Doritos