[Verse]
(What's cookin' shy?)
Go and make em bleed, yeah
N***a, this ain't no Teen X, yeah
Where my rings at? Huh
Where yo' ring hit? Huh
Servin' beans, 'til they fuckin' fiendin', psycho shit
We gon' put the FN right into his neck (Blah, huh)
Yeah, where's yo' black truck?
Okay, order the trash bag
N***as have Balenciaga, no Chrome
Yeah, choppa fuck these n***as, uh, no comment
Yeah, all you see is red on, red on, red, like the Cullinan, huh
Skeletrix, for the moment
Bitch, where yo' mom at?
We gon' need em' pissed
I don't even know where yo' time at
Gave these n***as a med kit
Told 'em, "Okay, roger"
I just got all these racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Grab that bag, grab that bag
Took my shot, y'all n***as distractions
And a choppa wetter than my laugh is, ha