[Intro:]
Ricky Racks
Izzie on da Beat

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n***as ain't fuckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been fuckin these lil bitches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
First of all, I am a stunner
I'm with Stoney, and I got that long hair
I say no to the bitch, you can't run here
Don't care if it's your bitch, I'm pushin up on her
All I need is two freaks
I got two 60s with me
I'm Yak Gotti, I got the heat
We really demolish the beat
You be workin, boy, you workin for Meech
Trappin, boy, you ain't survin shit
You just rap, get your ass out the street
Man, I'm Gotti, don't you forget
Pour up a four, then call up some bitches
Roll up four more, cause they still with the shit
I dare you walk up on me with that fuck shit
No, you not ready for the consequences
Man, we gettin licks, and we gettin hits
No Santa Claus, but we come through your chimany
No John Walker, but I got this C with me
Thinkin of runnin up, you can forget it
Shoot 'm, I shoot 'm, lil bitch
Shoot 'm, shoot 'm, I shoot 'm again
No questions bout Duke and Thugger, they with it
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n***as ain't fuckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been fuckin these lil bitches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Fuck with the real, can't sit round with no fake
Talk behind your back, but plot right by your face
Runnin through hundreds, but then I erase
Put a price on your head, then I'm ballen in Vagis
YSL A Team, we are not Treyway
Aim at us, we bust like pagers
You are not poppin, if you don't got haters
They writin articles bout me in Fader
Puttin that shit on, don't even start
Now I hear it, they talkin that shit
Young n***a, 14 years old with the cannon
Plus I'm quick to pull right off to the mansion
Who would've known that I'd live in a mantion
Pretty bitches with me, and they some dancers
Gotta an account, that money come faster
My n***as get you, then disappear like Casper
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I be smokin like the hippys, these n***as ain't fuckin with me
They know my name in the city, we been fuckin these lil bitches
Don't you forget to clean all them dirty dishes
Whippin up birds right up in the kitchen
Play with my money, it's goin be a killin
Don't get offended, we don't leave no whitness