I told cube to stop that thinkin when he make my f*cking beats
I told darkie when I see you I'm gon fade you want that heat
I told wendigo to get my f*cking drugs so I can sleep
I told all my homies smoke me while I'm passed out while I'm sleep
Shit ain't deep
F*ck, we gon creep
Into ya crib and we takin ya shit cause you f*ckers some sheep
Shut your mouth
You said you workin bitch I doubt, that
And darkie's gat, mad
Where's ya dad? sad
Get you shot, bitch
I make cash
From you pussies
People pay me just to rap
Want me mad
Want me f*cked up bout some people did me bad
I'm gon run inside your house and f*ck it up we causin problems
Can't handle none that shit you puttin right up on the table bitch be grateful
2, 3
You ungrateful you a bitch and all your friends say you unstable
Off my dick, with that shit, get the f*ck up out my phone I want no smoke
With you pussies I can't waste My f*cking time you got me f*cked up
Shut up