[Verse 1: Anthony Mars ]
900 degrees with a b**h on her knees
Run up in the house
Whole squad black tees
That's a lick
Hit 'em when I want
Break in through the front
Call me $lick
Got a loaded pump in case you wanna jump
Just another b**h on my dick ridin' in the Chevy
Just another chick loving $lick tryna give me becky
Gotta grip with a loaded clip
Tell me is you with me?
Lunatic with no motive b**h smoking on some Whitney
Bobby Brown, hope no cops around but f** 'em if they are
Pig k**er mixed with gorilla
We the Lords of Chaos
See these mother f**ers can't touch me
Run up b**h I'm clutching
30 shots I'm dumping
In that b**h boy you f**ing
[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
66 b**h
You can bet I'm on the sh** list
Dope sick
Fix your lisp
Spit with my whole fist
No tricks
Goal kicks
No toe licks
Spit pole cold
Rich a**holes sh** gold bricks
Stick with show business
Your record gets more skips then a lunch line
Sometimes punch lines are played out all about hump fine b**hes
Hitting switches
Getting riches
f**ing one time was enough
I'm from the motherf**ing underground
We don't slip
Independent ripping off pendants and sending it to your b**h
So she can reminisce about the time I slipped her the dick
I mean she f**ing asked for it
What the f** do you want me to do?
Ruby da Cherry da Mixed Berry f**ing smoothie so smooth