Hook:

Smack a glicky

Leave a nigga bleedin' (uh)

Pack the dicky

Leave the pussy sticky (huh?)

She just want the tummy top?

I give her some tummy tums (mmm)

Don't you fuck wit' me, now

I'mma drop you wit' my gun (boom)

(×2)

Verse 1:

I pull on yo' gang wit' shooters

We flank left, then we contuse 'em

She suck on my dick like a tutor

And I'm brain dead just like a tumor

Fuck you furry, you dressed like a puma

Watchin' those movies right on ya' computer

Why yo' grandma look like a cougar?

Nigga' I'm jus' tryna' get me some fupa

Break:

Flank left

Flank right

All these niggas on me

But they ain't fight

Flank left

Flank right

All thеse niggas on me

But they ain't fight (no, no, no)

Vеrse 1:

Yeah, you heard that right

All these niggas wanna fight

Pull up wit' the gang

And we stoppin' for the night

Call out all these mother fuckers

Cuz they ain't shit (ain't shit)

I got all they fuckin bitches ridin' on my dick

Ice on my wrist when the sythe hits

(Sythe hits)

Ice on my wrist when the sythe hits

(Hey, hey)

Ice on my wrist when the sythe hits

(Sythe hits)

Ice on my wrist when the sythe hits

(*shing*)

Hook:

Smack a glicky

Leave a nigga bleedin' (uh)

Pack the dicky

Leave the pussy sticky (huh?)

She just want the tummy top?

I give her some tummy tums (mmm)

Don't you fuck wit' me, now

I'mma drop you wit' my gun (boom)

(×2)

Verse 2:

Arkay on the beat, bitch

That's how we eat, bitch

I never miss a single fuckin' meal

(You're on your knees, bitch)

You're on your knees, bitch

That's how I heat this

I pull up wit' the sticky fuckin' Glock

And light the Lee's, bitch

Break:

Flank left

Flank right

All these niggas on me

But they ain't fight

Flank left

Flank right

All these niggas on me

But they ain't fight (no, no, no)

(×2)

Verse 2:

I'mma knock his head off

If he don't knock it off

Fuckin' pussy nigga

I'mma run 'n shoot you up

I'mma run 'n shoot you up

In the middle of the club

Don't you make a fuckin' move

Or I'mma call my runner up

Stop, wait a minute (padre)

I'mma need a second

(Get your head in the game)

All these press reporters know that my fuckin' name

Has been around since the day that the world changed

Hook:

Smack a glicky

Leave a nigga bleedin' (uh)

Pack the dicky

Leave the pussy sticky (huh?)

She just want the tummy top?

I give her some tummy tums (mmm)

Don't you fuck wit' me, now

I'mma drop you wit' my gun (boom)

(×2)

Break:

Flank left

Flank right

All these niggas on me

But they ain't fight

Flank left

Flank right

All these niggas on me

But they ain't fight (no, no, no)

(×2)