[Verse 1: Jugo]
f** all y'all n***as
f** all y'all hoes
Take your b**h, I don't even gotta hit her, pa** her to my bros
I'm a mother f**ing pro
All your fans chant "MVP" when I shoot free throws
I don't love no b**h
I don't trust no hoe
f** all y'all n***as, f** all y'all b**hes, I done said it all before
In this rap sh**, only for the bread though
Loud mouth, sh**'ll leave your a** dead, hoe
And my sh** hot so you know I'm bound to blow
I'm ready for the fame and the glory
I'm in the mother f**ing house like Cory
When them shots start clappin', catch all you n***as lackin', leave you red like a bedtime story
Woke up to a bad b**h this morning
All y'all n***as lame, all you n***as bore me
Leave a f** n***a bleached like some Chlorine (yeah)
You french fried, I get french toast
You get by, I get the most
Known from the East to the West Coast
This murder party, I am the host
All white with me, look like a ghost
Turn a rump n***a to rump roast
I'm too young to be this cold
And you know the clip is a extendo (AHH)
[Verse 2: Jugo]
No, I'm not Migos, but you know I'm chasin' them M's, n***a!
Who are they? No, I do not f** with them n***as!
Them n***as your n***as, they actin' shady 'cause they money slim, n***a!
Try to beat me? (impossible!) You a b**h like your name Kim, n***a!
Let the mac spit and I pull off in that black whip
I stay in the limelight, you in the background just like a pip
You can call me Freddy 'cause I stay ready
Aim sloppy, can't keep the gun steady
You p**y n***as gettin' mani pedis
You n***as sweatin', you n***as scary
You n***as sweeter than Halle Berry
You n***as sweeter than grape jelly
Leave you n***as red like a strawberry
She say she feel me up in her belly
I'm a celebration, get the confetti
Ridin' 'round with Kelly looking for some Becky
I'm the man and your b**h already said it
You got enough, I got plenty
I ain't got no type
Bad b**hes is the only thing that I like
You losers take a hike
Beat the beat up like my first name was Ike (yikes)
Chop the top off, you can call it Jermaine Dupri
You Get Dealt Wit', Get Your sh** Right, Don't Hate On Me
I deal with money and friends separately
I got what your wife need, that's why she on her knees, ready to sing on my dick like she starred on Glee, you strike out
I hit it like Canseco
You hoe n***as that talk sh**, I'm on your head like cornrows
Need a bad b**h that don't talk much and got packs to blow
Jugo, born finesser, get everything I want for the low