[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire]
Tiger blood running through my veins
Sake dripping on my SB's
They can see dungarees with a crease
Money machine jammin'
Posin' for FBI cameras
White b**hes who act black because they got big a**es
Shrimp like Samson, rollin' like the tide
2g ladies poppin' got my pupils wide
"Yo Ex I heard these n***as want the drama"
"Well if so I'll call them body-snatchers
Have 'em sittin' by the ?" No problem
Some Lemon-Heads a pack of Hot Tamales
Fully automatic weapons merciless as Gaddafi
I cannot ?, in his palace eatin' chicken and broccoli
Stomach sloppy but somehow these b**hes still jock me
Don't f** with NYC (Nah), I can't fit 'em
b**hes flirtin' on Twitter best believe a n***a hit 'em
A livin' type of uppercut
I'm broke but I live it up
n***as don't like me so what
Who gives a f**
[Hook: Dallas the Kid]
What's this, n***as fake livin' like a flick
What b**h, hush 'em out then s** on this dick
No sh**, I tolerate when I see you
Bend over b**h we gon' gank ? too
[Outro: Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire]
Ayo rest in peace to Frank White
It's Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire
We kept it real light on this one
Brooklyn raise the f** up
We livin' this, it's real n***a sh**