[Chorus]
N***a you ain't sayin shit
You ain't really mean it right, who da fuck you playin with
Tell dat to dem tired ass hoes you be layin with
N***a you ain't sayin shit, you ain't sayin shit

[Verse]
You are in the way, Pardon you my n***a
Won't you get from out my face with all dat aren't you da n***a
4 we beat you 2 a pulp, you know orange juice a n***a
We'll have yo ass missin, milk carton you my n***a
You kno how dem double shots of Remy Martin do a n***a
I shoot yo bitch ass, Remy Martin you my n***a
And I might say wassup, Like Martin do my n***a
But there's some where my fly ass should be departin too my n***a
I succeed at what ever I put my heart into my n***a
So picture when I draw and put dis art into a n***a
There's some fraud in you my n***a, I see broad in you my n***a
You soft as baby food and ain't no hard in you my n***a
You jus jabberin and jibberin, blab anotha fib again
Have em at yo crib again, grab 1 of yo siblings
Fab in da Carribbean, dabblin and dibblin
Leapin from pad to pad Fab might be amphibian
And you must be a reptile, snake ass fake ass
Scramble egg and bacon n***a, yeah you better break-fast
Gon head baby shake yo ass, Fuck dem n***as make yo cash
Only time they scoopin green is probably when they rakin grass
Worry me please, what da fuck you take me
As I brush em like dandruff, with dey flaky ass
Stay close to dat Glock he has, Loso and his cocky ass
N***a block my goals, I put some holes up in his hockey mask
[Chorus]

[Fabolous talking]
That's right these n***as ain't shit out here
These hoes ain't talkin bout nothing neither
Its Loso in case you ain't know so man Street Fam
N***as starting to look alike you na' mean
It's cool though it's a real good look for you haha