[Intro]
I would talk shit
Bitch-ass n***as ain't e—
Motherfuckers ain't even really on shit, man
Mothefuckers ain't in my lane, man (I am talkin' shit)
I always talk shit on every fuckin' track I get on, man (I always talk shit)
Fuck all these ho-ass n***as, man (Copo)
The opposition n***as ain't even really with this shit (Heh? Heh?)
Let's get it

[Chorus]
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (Bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (I'm in this bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (Yeah)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Hеh?)

[Verse 1]
I'm a triple G like three bands
I got haters, thеy hatin'
I keep it real, they fakin'
Plus, I done been in hoods they ain't in
I'm on my grind like I skateboard (Skateboard)
And that loud got me higher than eight floors
They better know I'm in the fuckin' building (The building)
Fuck marryin' the bitch, I'm tryna marry millions (Them bands)
I came to kill rappers (Kill rappers), man, I hope they ready (They not)
Boy, my lyrics hot (They hot) like a [?] (I'm on fire, yeah)
And that's probably why your girl on me
She asked me for my phone number (Heh), then I told the bitch, "Three" (Heh)
[Chorus]
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (Bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (I'm in this bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (This that FBG shit, oh shit)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Heh?)

[Verse 2]
Every track I'm on, I leave a murder scene (A murder scene)
Well, everybody know that I murder things (I murder things)
And I be with that murder team (That murder team)
I gotta have it my way like Burger King (Eh-heh)
I be smokin' all this fuckin' dope (This fuckin' dope)
Feel like I'm tryna hang myself from a rope
They tryna tell me that I'm trippin'
They tryna do what I've been doin', they couldn't do and I did it (Let's get it)
I be shinin' like a flashlight (A flashlight)
These n***as better get their cash right
And they better do the shit real fast (Real fast; heh?)
I done spent some hundreds for these jeans on my ass (Heh?)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (Bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Heh?)
They better know I'm in this bitch, n***a (I'm in this bitch, n***a)
I got your girl on my dick, n***a (On my dick, n***a)
And that loud got me lit, n***a (That loud, that loud)
I get on these beats and talk shit, n***a (Heh? Heh?)
[Outro]
(Copo, ahahahaha)