[Part 1]
You stomped up on my motherfuckin' shoes, I finna body bag you
You is not it, bitch you waiting for somebody to tag you
Fully Russian K with a knife, I might just fuckin stab you
When I'm on the mic I get to preaching like a fucking pastor
Blow Zotti in this bitch, thats them white ashes
Smack 50 in your shit, and how you leaking gasses?
In his home town, around runners, cuzzy can't cash it
Been looking for a bitch, I can't see like I be needing glasses
Cartier woods on my face, thats eight rackets
Pulled up the latest fuckin [?] and they're doing asses
All these old ass n***as talking shit, I'm just blowing past them
Ride round, 50 G's on me and I'm not capping
Bum ass n***a, I just blew like 200 rackets
Rubber band G's, 'bout a 10, and you know I stash it

[Part 2]
Talking down on me, next moment dick's sucked
I got all floaters diamonds in my teeth, you know my shit bussing
When a n***a try to string me out, gotta put his ass up where it's coming
Only ten for a show, cause my glasses in here fuckin bussing
Boutta beat her next n***a, family out here tryna get some justice
Bitch buss it back and I hit it, you know I can't touch it
You ain't buss back, coulda died just because you fucking bluffing
Yo bitch that you beating on? You know she doing dicks
Every test I was cheating on, I ain't new to this
N***a got stretched with a beater on, so you cool with this?
Pop a n***a in his back, turn a blood to a fucking crip