[Verse 1: BTK]

If you Bout A Dolla, we got common enemies

Fuck a father, bitch I learned with nicotine

Never had a 100, but I kept it a Benjamin

Comin' in with a soul full of sin

And I been tryna get it, won't never let up

Fuckin' bitches and pourin' a cup up

Good luck if you diss me, yo ass gon be history

Fuck with me lyrically is a mystery

Boy you never know when I'ma come snappin

I'm crackin' ya necks, uppercut with a back flip

I always keep shit to myself, fuck the masses

I'm bashin' a cd, if you tryna tax me

Ya shit probably whack as fuck

Tryna stack up bucks

Boy you ain't got no feel for this music

You suck, bitch I'm on it

Man ain't no body fuckin with me

Boy I promise, I'm just being honest

Fuck talkin' that shit, better back up

And rap it up back in the studio

Clappin' em all, fuck a movie yo

Get it gruesome, just lay em all down

Boy I got the juice damn

I'm the living proof

Fuck yo bitch in my living room

Get up in her, oooo damn

Boy I'ma rude man

When it come to the booth

You fuck with me wrong, ima cut em loose oh

[Hook: BTK]

All this paranoia I can't trust em

Fuck em with no feelings, I can't love em

Diss my fuckin' clique, we get to bustin'

Fuck ya deal, boy if you want it

Come and dance with the Devil