[Intro: PayGotti]
Uh, n***a
We ain't givin' out no passes, n***a
Look
Hold on

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Baby said she got that oochie-wally shit, well, let me see
Bro got Peter Piper pole like he throw shots with DMB
Sippin' wine consistent pain and fucked around and stained a tee
I'm a trophy, got the game inside my hand like PSP
Call me Roddy, if I touch the top, it's time to feed the streets
My bitch caught the Johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
What you need? I got n***as sellin' straps like DVDs
With the extras, stop the flexin', shit be gone before you blink
Ballin' on these n***as, rеally ain't no competition
Could work at KFC the way that I be flippin' chickеn
If it's up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin'

[Verse 1: PayGotti]
Bitch be burnin' packs of noodles, stay your ass up out the kitchen
Over, knockin' at your door like it's October
Brother, pass the gas, 'cause I can't function when I'm sober
We put belts to ass, so don't get plastered on a poster
Was taught to watch my friends and enemies, I keep them closer
I'm a vet', the bitch could tell you Gotti get it wet
I keep Dracy to my left, I'm to the neck
Finna slide and make a mess
He fast but could he run without his legs?
Back poppin' on the 'Gram, think he forgot to take his meds
[Verse 2]
Granny told me, "Stay up off them streets"
I know where know your pops, he stay in jail, I know your mama hard to reach
It's comin' down, ain't finish school, she might play ball, go to the league
But I'm still trippin' into town, a reaper in a Polo tee
Have you ever lasted, bro? 'Cause you was starvin' and needed? And he was laughin' with themselves behind your back like shit was sweet
Told the bro, "Just get it done," he knew what's good, I got his V
Cap is on with Wesson on me, n***as think the three's a sweep
Just get him gone, I got all the racks, it's like what he be on
Lil' bro a donkey, hhe don't never cop a pole unless it's chrome
Oh, they ain't know, college kids and weird hoes gettin' that smoke, foot in the door
Don't make me kick it in there lil' more
That n***a told, that's why the fuck people support your skits alone
A n***a diss my father, soldier, I'm raisin' hell on n***as' nose

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Baby said she got that oochie-wally shit, well, let me see
Bro got Peter Piper pole like he throw shots with DMB
Sippin' wine consistent pain and fucked around and stained a tee
I'm a trophy, got the game inside my hand like PSP
Call me Roddy, if I touch the top, it's time to feed the streets
My bitch caught the Johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
What you need? I got n***as sellin' straps like DVDs
With the extras, stop the flexin', shit be gone before you blink
Ballin' on these n***as, really ain't no competition
Could work at KFC the way that I be flippin' chicken
If it's up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin'