[Intro: Gangsta Blac & Lil Fly]
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of thisi
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow


[Verse 1: Lil Fly]
H'izz'o, don't you kn'izz'o that that anna got me fuckin' clickin'
Keep that sh'izz'it to yourself, h'izz'o you just testin' pimpin'
When you testin' pimpin', ho
You limpin' towards your fuckin' death
H'izz'ide in your grave, full of rage, with your bad self
Made my pimpin' just a little bigger, bustas can't compare
Smoke them lemons like some mega blunts, put 'em in the 'izz'air
Put them busta suckas in the wind, Mr. Ibn
Dwellin' with the lunatic, Fl'izz'y has no fuckin' friends
Friends that turn they back
'cuz they ass done turned in fuckin' green
Green with envy, jealous bitches tryin' to kick it on Fly scene
But them lemons claim they got your back, they ain't d'izz'own Jack
Cl'izz'ick with some trill n***as, buck them n***as on Lil's sack
Like hangin' on my n***a sack, Mr. Fly can't stand this shit
'cuz if you hangin' by my nuts, then h'izz'o, you can suck my dick
Fl'izz'y 'bout to clown, 'cuz I'm down on that funky shit
Tr'izz'ick talkin' sh'izz'it, busta suckas, come get some of this
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Lil Fly]
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow

[Verse 2: Lil Fly]
Busta in a crowd, talkin' loud, you ain't sayin' shit
Run your m'izz'outh like a junky fiendin' for another hit
Shut your fuckin' tr'izz'ap, ho, before Lil Fl'izz'y come on in
Have you h'izz'eard once before, I'm evil with Fly skin and grin
Grinnin' and I'm schemin', trick, I'm thinkin' how to touch this ho
Bl'izz'ow, get that t'izz'one out the stash, this lemon gotta g'izz'o
Strappin' in the nino five, chillin' in the nino quad
.380 bust at yo' ass if you think Lil Fly gon' nod
Ho, I just can't nod, oh my God, what you gonna do?
If you clicked up with them pigs, Mr. Fly gon' buck you, too
Sh'izz'oot under sounds, lay you down, split your fuckin' crown
Crown in half, make me laugh, how you like Fly 80 rounds?
As Lil Fl'izz'y cross your ground, ho, you feel the mega clutch
Your 'izz'ass, ho, I gotta bust, and put your dick up in the dust
Don't you think I'm finna jump because you got that trigger itch
Come and get you some, body numb, dumb son of a biatch!
[Interlude: Lil Fly]
Yeah, ho
This Lil Fl'izz'y on that mothafuckin' fl'izz'ow
To [?], bitch
Put them mothafuckin' jackets on Fly back
Ho, you talkin' all that weak ass shit
You need to come and get some of this
You know what I'm saying?
My n***a Bl'izz'o in this mothafucka, my n***a Lil Boom
Clickin', you know what I'm sayin'?
My n***a Lil Tony, Peewee, [?], the Orleans clique
All my n***as down South Park, that anna got us clickin'
And we ain't trippin', ho, 'cuz we on that snow
My n***a T. Wright in this mothafucka

[Verse 3: Lil Fly]
H'izz'o don't you kn'izz'o, you corruptin' up your fuckin' life
Puttin' them jackets on Fly back, it's gonna be a deadly night
Stayin' out of s'izz'ight, ho, is what the fuck you better do
Tell them folks "Fly on that dope, Lil Fl'izz'y gonna get you fool"
Ho, you test my pimpin', busta bitch, you better dodge and duck
Get Lil Fl'izz'y on that f'izz'unk, ho, I just don't give a fuck
Tr'izz'ick just start traitin', pockets achin', 'cuz he ain't gon' rob
F'izz'uck you, you Northern Memphis n***a tryin' to claim you're hard
Roguish ass n***as stealin' cars, takin' on that scar
Fly heard it through the grapevine, ho
You locked up for a r'izz'ape charge
What's up to your brother, n***a, who you just be traitin' on
Momma she just buy your clothes, while you be lickin' pussy Jawn
How you claimin' fuckin' clout
When Tall Tree Posse punked you out?
Ho, you should have known that it's on, 'cuz I'm from the South
So when you think of testin' nuts, h'izz'o, don't you think of me
In your mind, Lil Fly will become Fl'izz'y gonna get you, G
Your l'izz'ife ain't ab'izz'out none, yo name was flaugin' on the front
Throw your hood, and smoke you, fool
While smokin' blunts, and hit that puff
So, if you smell your nuts, and think you tough
Fly ain't finna run
You're d'izz'own, we'll RedRum you, bitch
So h'izz'o, come and get you some

[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Lil Fly]
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow
To you—To you—to you motor mouth, mothersuckas come get some of this
An—an—anna got me clickin'
I ain't trippin', 'cuz I'm on that snow


[Outro: DJ Paul]
Ah, yeah, this Mista mothafuckin' DJ Paul doin' this shit, bitch
For anyone of you ho's wanna put my mothafuckin' name
In a song and diss me, bitch ass n***a
Bring that shit to the mothafuckin' door
Triple Six motherfuckin' Mafia, ho!