[Intro: T3]
Fuck, cause you're a whore
Whassup? Really nuttin - much!
Yo, what?
The fuck, sup? Nuttin much

[Verse: T3]
Yo, yo, what the fuck
Were you tryin to prove? Tryin' to disturb
This n***a T3 groove, see? I would prefer
All of y'all just to move, but every time I grip mics
You always in my face, I mean give me some space
But you don't, and you won't, boy, and here's a pen for that
I'mma write down my number for you, it's true fact
I mean you must have a room for me, time you grip mics
The first to laugh at open mic, you're—all on my cock rock
You need to just stop, you're—oh, my god!
My cock and in my rock, I mean stop the shit
You suckin' my dick, you rappin' with me?
You rappin with S., the crew? I don't think not
You at the microphone like your panties was hot
Just like you was a young girl, givin' up twat
Yo, homebwoy, you need to just stop
Matter of fact, get off my dillz jock
If I see you I'mma bust, shoot in your knot
That's right
[Outro]
Uh-huh, yeah, sup
7-8, uhh
Tay, what's that shit I said?
That shit is fresh, damn!
No shit, I had a little flow, that was dope as hell