[Intro]

(Hombre made the beat, damn it)

Hm

[Chorus]

What the fuck that nigga say? Hm, stop cappin'

I just heard your last tape, you need to stop rappin'

Chiefin' jacket, awful lot of chili, this some good fabric

You ain't really from the streets, you just a good rapper

MVP, bitch, I been great since knee high

In the A, tryna make her roller skate like T.I

Caught him out, if we spot him, then we got him, beatbox

I'm a wealthy mutt, four-eight-two-one-four, the Eastside

[Verse 1]

Big cuz on the road, he can't even do his music

You 'bout to pay the price or I'll show you how to do it

He was left with no brain, but the chop was more stupid

With the fours, but my big cousin Five a big whooper

They like, "What's that on your face?" Not Ray Bans, it's Cartier

Vlone with True Religion, give it up, you niggas late

Ten niggas tryna jump, alright, bet, the nine ate

Pippy Long with the nina boot up like Ella Mai

Don't give a fuck if it's some gum, I want whatsever in your pocket

High school, watchin' codes, tryna break into a locker

Actin' like a warrior, nine to his back, he Iguodala

I ain't duckin' nothin', nigga want smoke, let's get it poppin'

He got rocked to sleep, get that boy a sheet, it's game over

Hollow tips'll rip a nigga out his tee, Hulk Hogan

I ain't talkin' set trippin', F&N had banged on him

She asked me to come over, guess what? I came on her

[Chorus]

What the fuck that nigga say? Hm, stop cappin'

I just heard your last tape, you need to stop rappin'

Chiefin' jacket, awful lot of chili, this some good fabric

You ain't really from the streets, you just a good rapper

MVP, bitch, I been great since knee high

In the A, tryna make her roller skate like T.I

Caught him out, if we spot him, then we got him, beatbox

I'm a wealthy mutt, four-eight-two-one-four, the Eastside

[Verse 2]

I don't care 'bout a bitch, I get head, then head ghost

He uppin' bread, it ain't shit to turn his ass to french toast

Lil' John put a burner to his dreads, bitch, get low

We was crusin' down they street, but this is not a six-four

Your pockets empty and you cryin' 'bout a bitch that ain't right

'Bout my cheddar, get his ass swiss cheesed, I hate mice

Pop out on him, have them niggas runnin' back like Ray Rice

She came and gave me all jaws, I call this bitch the Great White

We be fuckin', but I call this bitch my cousin, Lil Meech

Bitch, I'm him, tell they ass to hit the gym, niggas weak

I came with a four-O for any nigga six feet

Big K on his head like he was playin' for the Chiefs

Hm, stop it, I see you wearin' Bape, but it's a knockoff

For that chicken, I can make shit shake, I got that hot sauce

Blue honey must've heard that I make one, I get you knocked off

Them bullets sting, I make that lemon squeeze and hit your eyeball

[Chorus]

What the fuck that nigga say? Hm, stop cappin'

I just heard your last tape, you need to stop rappin'

Chiefin' jacket, awful lot of chili, this some good fabric

You ain't really from the streets, you just a good rapper

MVP, bitch, I been great since knee high

In the A, tryna make her roller skate like T.I

Caught him out, if we spot him, then we got him, beatbox

I'm a wealthy mutt, four-eight-two-one-four, the Eastside