[Verse 1: bryuk]
f** your b**h, I don't give a f**
Pull up through in my f**ing truck
I came through with about five b**hes
And I now I got too many that I can't even
f** 'em all, yo f** 'em all
Talking about my haters, yeah f** 'em all
Came through with your b**h I was hanging at the mall
Then I came through said "Yo Jordan gotta ball"
Ball on these b**hes I don't give a f**
I am snitching on snitches
b**hes, these snitches get stitches
And then if you got itches I'll be your scratch
Scratch that, scratch ticket
Slap you on the a**, b**h it's
Just what I do when I doing my thing
Pull up on your b**h a**, uh
Hit you with that sh**, that's right (Straight up!)
f**ing on your b**h until
The motherf**ing morning
I don't give a f** if
The neighbors wake cause she moaning
Way too loud b**h, shut your mouth
Keep it down, cause you know
Everybody sleeps light in this town
Cause there's someone with a gun
Trying to get at their back
Probably for cooking up the crack
Your sh** sounds whack
I f** up some sh**
Then I f** your f**ing b**h
Came through with the 9 mm
I'm about to get the heater
Heat this sh** up
Hit this sh** out of the park
Like Derek Jeeter
On my Sutherland like Kiefer, b**h
[Verse 2: HG $hellz]
HG $hellz cooking out the bando
Got a bandana on my head
Like I'm f**ing Rambo
Everybody knows that I love my kinfolk
But If you're not blood
Man, I'll show you to your sinful self
I am a relic to the people
Who wanna get down in the club
I got a bug, the jitter feeling
In my glitter, David Bowie shoutout
Uh yo yo yo man
Still trapping, and cooking
Cooking 'round the bando
I got mad baking soda
You don't even know the flavor
Of my rhyme, of my rhyme
I rap all of the time
I got b**hes on my grind
They jocking they slopping on my dick
They want it all of the time
I got mad shots
For all of these homies who are hating
Bro you're skating on thin ice
Man, you're masturbating
I'm the jerk off who jerks off
To no one I get p**y
Like I'm f**ing Atilla the Hun
Everyone that messes me will get it
Messes with me, I meant
f**ing forget it
[Verse 3: Young Dan]
Young Dan on the track
Juicy J
Rolling J's up on this b**h
Going off without a hitch
I better be on pitch
Or this producer's gonna be pissed
Slapping the b**hes and jocking the hoes
Slapping the b**hes and macking on mo'
Money, uh, uh
Does it sound like I know what I'm rapping about?
A Casa de Bryuk production