[Intro]
Critical alert (Huh, huh), yeah, hah, uh (Okay)
(Huh, huh) Yeah, huh, hah, okay, look
(Ayy, yah) Uh (Ayy, okay, look), uh
Yeah (Yah), huh, yeah (Ayy), huh (Yah, ayy)

[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench

[Verse]
Serving that white, 'bouta pull my pants
I need me 150, the all-black Benz
These rappers too soft, I'm collecting they heads
You stuck in the crib 'cause you got two kids
Huh, huh, that's funny as shit
I laugh at the fact we get money and shit
I used to have nothing, I'm spending a bit
Just 2016, I spill blood in the pit (Ayy)
Huh, who these n***as? I don't know (Oh no)
R.I.P. when I come pop smoke (Pop, pop)
That's the .30-round clip to your nose
Swallow bullets, it's making you choke (Pow, pow)
Did the job then went bought me a coat (Uh-huh)
This is a flow like it kick-in ya door (Uh-huh)
It's a virus but no antidote (Yeah)
Raw body armor, it lessen the impact
On the block, hang like a skin tag
Don't get too comfortable, shoot up then kick back
What you thought? Yeah, but we did that, huh, uh
Don't catch a stab to the six-pack, uh
Playing with needles, not talking 'bout stimpaks
You got a problem, we fix that, uh
Got an addiction, money make me itch
Know I'm a dog, suck me like a tick (Okay)
Dug out the dirt, escaping throught the fence (Uh-huh)
You don't make nothing, you don't make cents, hah
Hope you take it to offense
Fly with your bird, she don't got a chest (Yeah)
Live in the 'burbs, you don't pay the rent (Uh-huh)
But we in the streets pitching like a tent (Uh-huh)
On the corner's where they getting bent, uh
Zombies, they don't eat flesh, uh
Brush 'em off like Crest, uh
And my ego still intact, uh
Shooting foul, not a TEC, uh
Balling hard, check the stats, uh
You speak opinion, not facts, uh
We getting paper like a fax (Okay)
[Chorus]
My bitch bad, finer than the rest
You wanna check her out, play chess
Get back to work, return to ya desk
I did what I did and left it on the steps
My baby a bloodsucker, gimme neck
I keep me a tool, it is not a wrench
You can't even play with me, you on the bench
Smelling loudpack, it's a stench