[Verse 1:]
I can't trust these n***as, throw some water on 'em,
They say "Go to Hell, " Okay I know the owner,
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
All these b**hes think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
Had to leave my spanish b**h 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious,
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie n***a
You and all your dogs can get euthanize n***a
Trigger happy n***a, I just can't stop smiling
Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that p**y, throw that p**y
And I don't want no throw back p**y, man f** these p**y-
Ass n***as, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is a**-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be pa**ing blunts, they be pa**ing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It's that pure Colombia
'Cause soon as the b**h tasted it her tongue was numb
It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It's that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge:]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it
[Verse 2:]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a b**h to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
I really beat that p**y up them n***as shadow box
These n***as sending threats, I'm a start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, n***as phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
Put your brains all over the window, people pa**ing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, f** the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done f**ed that b**h that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, b**h that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherf**er, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these n***as selling remix we got clean work
k** everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a f**ing short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
Yeah