[Intro: Mac Dre]
Is it Sleep Dank?
Cutthoat Committee
Real shitty, nothing pretty
Is it Sleep Dank?

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm in a tight seven tre
Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet
Got four fifteen, Lanzars
Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms
Got a fat backwood, car tacked out
Fat four four that'll blow a n***as back out
Squatted real low, dank wood killing me
AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me
A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing
Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing
M-A-C, Dre bitch
Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch

[Verse 2: Dubee]
I bring fire, retire
Wannabe killas
Can't f*ck with me, now who you be? I be that n***a
Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion
Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness
Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing
Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit
We be flawless, putting paper over all this
But y'all just, n***as up in the way up on some garbage
That jargon, that make a n***a empty every cartridge
Walking target, make you park it where you start it
I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you
PSD, Sleep and Dre and this n***a bout revenue
[Hook]
Talk big shit
Big shit talking n***as is off in the building
Talk big shit
Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
Talk big shit
All on a hoe, yall ought to know
Talk big shit
At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe

[Verse 3: PSD]
See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out
Play for the dough but stop hating me hoe
Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model
No helmet on riding one time
Shining and glistening, foes eyeing and listening
Judge dying to sentence him, girls smile when they mention him
Two hundred dollars worth of smell [?] and the sniffin' him
Quarters zippers on my cones, if its twelve I'm fitting 'em
Long or big
Green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is
Me and my n***as hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch
Suck a dick if you can't f*ck hoe, swallow the kids

[Verse 4: Sleep Dank]
Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats
Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats
Turned up with no blood lets make it official
These squares play the front
We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles
Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me
And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi
Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie
Give her two dubs n***a tell her bring me back 40
Scum of the slum, call the bitch names
Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face
But would I paper chase, these n***as grab the nickel plate
And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play
[Hook]
Talk big shit
Big shit talking n***as is off in the building
Talk big shit
Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
Talk big shit
All on a hoe, yall ought to know
Talk big shit
At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe