(Prelude)
Aw ****
Here we go again, here they go again
Talkin' shit about a real man, let me ask you this:
How many of you little ****ers got your own shit
Bitch, me and all my ****ers got our own damn crib
Bitch, me and all my folk record our own damn shit
In-house studio, flexed out for your bitch
When she walk through the door all she do is compliment
Bitch I'm finna smoke a blunt so I don't wanna say shit
Don't bother me I'll break your ass if you take my tip
Here's a tip: if you stuck get the **** up out of here
I ain't playin' with no stupid bitch, I aim anywhere
Lock and load on his ****ing soul, turn that bitch cold
Let it shatter like the ice do when it hits the floor
Bitch I'm trynna see wassup my whole squad on the boat
Bitch, say the wrong shit we make your stupid ass floa
I ain't never been a bitch, ask all my old hoes
Bitch, ask yours too, hah, he ain't even know
Yuh yuh, she came through and dropped her panties on my floor
Yuh yuh, she licked me up RIGHT before she LEFT with you
Yuh yuh, this is shit and I don't give no fool
I let these hoes do what the **** they want to
Cause these hoes gon' do what the **** they want to
East memphis where I'm at, don't matter where I move
Tell a ho stay home cause the cash comin through
****er ask me where my lyrics at, who the **** is you
Bitch, **** that rapping shit I'm only here to tell the truth
And these ****ers don't listen til I say it in the booth
All these rappers lookin spooked, bitch why you scared fool
Is it cause I'm off the chain I dominate my whole lane
Play with me I'll throw a bomb and destroy your whole game
Tundra boy, thunder man, just a few of my names
Bitch I claim a new one everytime I climb the rank
You bitch (who)
(Postlude)