[Verse 1 Virtue]
The shit that make you hit a lick
The shit that make you leave your bitch
The shit that make you bust some sticks
I bust right on your shawty's lips
Then she like what caused this
Little shawty this a 96 Toyota with the BB rims
Don't think that you can't handle this
Running them red lights in my Reeboks
Clean you up just like some detox
If you fuck with me your boys will get to spilling like some teapots
Uh-uh, ice cold drink down your throat
Uh-uh quick switch lanes and I'm gone
Uh-uh, quick switch blades to the throat
Uh-uh, quick switch lanes and I'm gone
Now when we talking bout some money
Shawty ta-ta-talking funny
She get fussy, she get grumpy
No no way she getting nothing
She get mad bout hella nothin
She need something, know she bustin'
Fly back home
I don't need her
I just seen her slam the door
Keep my bottoms red like these ain't fucking infrared
I could talk in lies until I say what should be said
Shiny goldem VVS
On my caddy CTS
And I slide around the block
Leach just smoking cigarettes, yeah
[Verse 2 Mxn]
Take another bump like uh, uh
Shawty be screaming out yeah, yeah
She be liking the way I fuck
Bitch so hot she might combust
Running and gunning like metal slug
Fiending and drinking another cup
Shawty be geeking it not even thinking it
Just say the word, I'll pour it up
Ooh, I'm too drunk
I don't even feel this one
Blaze one up
Eyes red like the sun
Oh, I smoke too much, let me know
If you mix it up like King MXN ya
Molly in the liquor
Bitch it's good like a kicker, yeah

[Verse 3 Gekko]
I'm a renegade
Demonstrate this for you when my kunai penetrate
Know you'll fucking hear the turbo when it detonate
Serenade these bitches till they fucking resonate
Like hollow brakes
Hey, vice city island
Bitch, I'm racing against the sirens
Got these diamonds flashing after image in these bitches eyelids
Here to fake
Kobe Bryant, lemonade
Fuck it's vibrant, get a bag
I'm the driver renegade, to conspire
Ayy, mask on, masquerade
Switchblade, move to lacerate
Ayy, Gekko aim to saturate
This wave to lit, evaporate
The Fendi belt gon' shine the way
I'm fucking up your Chevrolet
I shake it up then ricochet
Like I'm Jeriah's protege
What's left to say
Ayy, yeah, you just a fucking fake
Ayy, yeah, I'm just a castaway
Ayy, yeah, I'm a renegade to chase a bag
[Verse 4 Mxn]
Y'all be fucking with me
I be posted on your TV
Looking colder than your icee
While I'm stepping in my Nikes
Start acting wisely
Or I'll start acting feisty
Good god, almighty, an ass-whooping likely
Shawty got a body
And she gon' put it on me
Make her sing la-di-da-di
And she gon' call me poppy
Yeah, she lit my lolly
Said it's sweet like pocky
Rode that bitch around, yeah
Just like a jockey