Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, I don't even fool, it's easy in this b*tch
I'm walking around with all black and a stick
I'm daring a ni**a come test all this sh*t
And I hit the b*tch that's working in the pit
And who was on rafts 'til I'm done with
Eleven gon' slide, now they done with
It's Rula San foreign on your drum kit
It's Rula Santan on your HP
If I ain't say hey, why you hate me?
Is it 'cause I rap and I sing?
Is it 'cause I do it better than you ever will in your life be?
Is it 'cause I didn't ask them for nothing but still came up nicely?
I don't even talk in real life but I speak
This b*tch on your arm hate the rate but that's me
Yeah that ni**a switch, had to break up the team
No I am not gang but the Glock with a beam
No I am not gang but the Glock with a beam
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah