[Intro] [Doddy Gatz]
Baby shake that ass fast for a mac named Gatz
I'm tryin to see them cheeks clap 'fore I throw some cash
I'm with the gang
On the bitch tryna [?]
I treat all my bitches like ATM's
Bitch I'll pimp
On a bitch and her mother
Mac on her sister
Shoot her lil brother
(I dont give a fuck about nothing)
For a mac named Gatz
Ridin’ around town with them girls selling drugs

Verse [Doddy Gatz]
Baby shake that ass fast for a mac named Gatz
I'm tryin to see them cheeks clap 'fore I throw some cash
I'm with the gang
On the bitch tryna [?]
I treat all my bitches like ATM's
Bitch I'll pimp
On a bitch and her mother
Mac on her sister
Shoot her lil brother
I dont give a fuck bout nothing
I'm a mothafuckin thug
Ridin’ around town with them guns selling drugs
Really want somе gang bitch
Then come and get it
Need a down ass bitch
Opеn ears who's committed
If you ain’t sucking dick, better shut your damn mouth
This some west coast gang
This what isn't from the south
Bitch I'm coming relaxed
Only come in with facts
Bitch trick me better check my fucking stats
See I pimp and I rap
Need a benz and 'lac
If you ain't coming light
Then you ain't getting smacked
Bitch, uhhh
[Baker Ya Maker] [Verse]
Coming straight out the sunshine
Just a young player, tryna get mine
See I'm staying on my grind
Keep a level headed mind
This a do or die drive
Never playing bout the money
Nothing's funny when you dyin
Keep it P-I-M-P, like 2003
I ain't dying, if I whistle
What's the point to even speak
Keep my nose to the cold
Never slippin' never fold
Daddy raised a fuckin' killer
See my blood is drippin cold
King Kong with the flow
Super Saiyan on a hoe
Battle ready with that action
Come equipped if you bold
Keeping ten toes like my forefathers
I'm coming from a long line of kings born rotten
I'm never stopping till that fat bitch sings
This is all i got in life so it gets my everything
Smoking a fat blunt to the head
Got me feeling king kong
But I'm living evil dead
So sick in the head
I think I've slept and left the world
Poppin off
Like a rocket outta pocket
Imma hurl straight down to the earth
Coming from another planet
Hear to put in the gang
[?] dark pimpin' on the business
Two smoke pistol playa on the scene
When the money's getting tight
Bet the hustle's getting mean
Just a locced out mac, creepin up from the south
Kick it with that westside
Guess if baker showing out