[Verse 1: BTK]

Quick with decisions, I know I'm decisive

So fuckin' ya bitch while you sleepin', I might

Pick up the phone, lemme hit up the clique

Bring em down to the booth, get it poppin' tonight

Me and this mirror, we got the same hate

Give a fuck 'bout reflections, we don't look alike

I'm not from this civilization, I'm facin' an impatient way

To get rich with a 9, yeah

Tell me why "whappers" wear purses

Confused on why everything's turnin' to pop

Fuck what the records gon' look like

Just send me the check, 3 O'clock on the dot

Everyone say I'm the plug for the vocals

I'll choke you if you think recording everybody round me

Is what I'm supposed to do, if I bring ya to my house

I fuck with you, if you ain't invited bitch

Get the fuck out my house

This is strictly business, ain't no house parties

We just drinkin', smokin', droppin' tracks from the South

Still the ones runnin' ya town

Never left the state to the East side

Still write lyrics, only thing that keeps me alive

Alcohol and pussy, keeps my vibe

Heart beats with this music, I won't ever retire

Fuck the feds, but when she on the coke, she gettin' wired

People just bluffin', ain't really makin' no music

Boy they so down at the bottom, I wonder how I should call on em

Boy they bound to crash and burn

I wonder if they feel the fire, god damn

Work for the paycheck

Workin' so much, don't know how I get rest

Slick talkin, walk em out and hit em with the Tech

The brain pretty good, but I really want the neck

Cursed and I'm blessed, words from the chest

Serve you the best, work for the check

Tell lil' momma work with them legs

Curse words at em, might've turned into the rest

Whole clique high, like it's birds in the nest

Decisive

God damn, I'm decisive