[Intro]

Ain't gonna be too many suckers, and furthermore, I think you better check your mitts

Jay, come on, baby, let's cut this place loose

Yeah, chump, you better get the fuck out of here

And take your bitches with you, especially Ug-Mug here

[Verse 1]

The Hybrid, smoking on papaya

That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina

What I write is Wall of China, nigga, that's great

Like eighths of Grape Apes gettin' stuffed in my suitcase

Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape

Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape

Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case

In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd

You're hiding something like a toupée

Truthfully, my friend, touché

You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model

And to me, your label seems like one of them pageant mamas

So guess who's the little bitch? That's you

You must suck a lot of dick, that's true

I misuse with issues and pistols

Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos

My nigga, you ain't been what I been through

And if so, you would take a pencil through your temple

'Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual

Ain't even had pads, stuffed they panties with tissue

Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding

And your style's like fried chicken without seasoning

Nigga, that's bland, fuck you up and your mans

I smack you like a bitch, nigga, that's open-hand

Fuck you and your tough talk

When I monopolize, I throw your ass off the boardwalk

Fag, you ain't play sports, but always at the ballpark

Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fuckin' Walmart

Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car

Get flicked, guess what? I'm runnin' from this fiend car

I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer

But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna

[Verse 2]

I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit

In your baby mama crib, not flushing after I piss

I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers

You blank shooters on stank hooters

I'm in Aruba sippin' wine cooler

Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism

That's why these white bitches wanna get with him

I smack it, flip it like Mike Bivins

But to me, your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's

My hoes got toes in expensive high heels

Your hoes' toes is fucked, beauty supply sandals

Handle any situation

I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated

Irritated when I'm not sedated

Fuck her face like I was obligated

And still fuckin' with them freak hoes

Stank pussy smellin' like Cool Ranch Doritos