[Chorus](BSHR)

Think he got money 'cause he buyin' them scats

You niggas ain't Chuckies, you niggas is Bratz

I'm gettin them buckets, you sit in the back

Yo' raps sound dummy, I'm spittin them facts

Go get a refund, fuckin' up them tracks

You ain't got no guns, we be totin' them macs

You niggas is rats and we shoot at ya' hat

I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, she got glue on her back

I blew out her back, and I gave her right back, so you better get back, 'cause you really ain't like that

Diamonds on my neck do a dance like Mike Jack

That nigga a bitch, he ain't even gon' fight back

He know I'm the shit, but the nigga just wipe ass

Me, Butters, and Rich in the whip, drove right past

[Verse](C Rich)

We stay on the top, we never in last

You niggas is fragile, you niggas is glass

I'm grabbin' her ass, I'm sittin' in class

Lemme pass her to you, assist of the pass

Bitch kinda big, she built like a flask

This ain't no diss, I'm gettin' off task

She swallow my kids and kiss on Nebrask

These bars hittin' heavy, ain't talkin' no mass

(BSHR)

That nigga a bitch, he really ain't hood

I wish that you would, you wish that you could, you niggas is pressed, but nigga I'm good

She swallow my kids, and I gave her the foot

I got all this paper, might write me a book

I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, so you better not look

He rockin' black forces so he think he a crook

I step on the scene and that nigga got shook

(BUTTA)

I'm fuckin' her good, I'm givin' her D

My dick is like NyQuil, I put her to sleep

She jump on my dick, I'm watchin' her leap

Her boy just came home, I hopped in the Jeep

Boy is a bitch, think his name Steve

So many hoes, it's Christmas Eve

She wanted to stay, I told the bitch leave

I'm pullin' her hair, I took off her weave

(BSHR)

I rockin' this ice, but I'm bringin' the heat

Yo bitch wanna meet, 'cause yo bitch want the meat

I got all this wheat, so yo bitch take a seat

That nigga want beef, but he fake from the street

You better not creep, got the drums, and we beat

I gave her treat, told that hoe watch her teeth

My diamonds too clean and they came from the reef

Yo position is three, at the top you can't reach

(BUTTA)

We killin' this beat, yeah we go hard

I'm drivin' real fast, see yo girl from a far

I told her come here, she hopped in my car

I gave her pill, said we goin' to Mars

She wanted to fuck, but girl I'm a star

Had to pass her up, like I'm Brett Farve

(BSHR)

That nigga be lyin', I gave him a scar

She backin' it up, on my dick she gon park

She givin' me neck so call me the scarf

You niggas don't matter, you ain't even quarks

I feel 3K, just play yo part

We goin' too crazy just makin' some art

Fly like a pilot, know you don't like, but ya bitch like it, yeah she ride my dick

Say you a shooter, you ain't even tried it

Might get touched with the tool, like it's Midas

Standin' real tall, but I'm only like 5'6

My music ain't good, my shit is righteous

[Chorus](BSHR)

Think he got money 'cause he buyin' them scats

You niggas ain't Chuckies, you niggas is Bratz

I'm gettin them buckets, you sit in the back

Yo' raps sound dummy, I'm spittin them facts

Go get a refund, fuckin' up them tracks

You ain't got no guns, we be totin' them macs

You niggas is rats and we shoot at ya' hat

I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, she got glue on her back

I blew out her back, and I gave her right back, so you better get back, 'cause you really ain't like that

Diamonds on my neck do a dance like Mike Jack

That nigga a bitch, he ain't even gon' fight back

He know I'm the shit, but the nigga just wipe ass

Me, Butters, and Rich in the whip, drove right past