[Intro]

Nigga, I'm the hardest youngin out

(Good lookin', RJ)

Shit easy

[Verse]

He got popped for free, ain't have to spend no cheese, he is not a factor

Certified shit talker, I am not a rapper

I'ma let my young hit his egg, we can get it crackin'

Out in Dallas tryna run plays, lookin' like a Maverick

Big 4, I'm all about my blues, Louis Armstrong

He called me, if it ain't cheese, then it's the wrong phone

Wanna fight, I popped him in his eye because his arms long

Bitch, I got so much juice, I can charge phones

On the Westside hoopin' with the fives, we on Brightmoor

It's some fives I don't like, and that's how life go

Got 'em all, I been havin' hoes, I ain't Mike Jones

Four-five'll knock his stomach off, he got a lipo

They hit him up and left him in the snow, that's a cold case

Just hit a cougar from the back, she got an old face

Yeah, brodie got that shit on, but his clothes stink

Chin up, I put it in her mouth like it's Colgate

Bitches on my line like, "What's up? What you want?"

Told her "Bring over some head and some throat"

If you ain't never did that, then why you say it in the song?

She ain't let me hit, I fucked her best friend, am I wrong?

I feel like DeJ, might fuck you for a loaf, come and try me

I just choked baby boy, long live Tyrese

Me, me, and me, nobody else, I'm the top three

This chop sing, the bullets rain on you, this Ashanti

[Outro]

Nigga, it's over, hang it up