[Intro]

Mazi, what did you do?

Nah, for real

It's too easy

[Verse]

Word to mother, fuck you and your mother, I'm a mother fucker

Vampire, your bitch vampire, she a blood sucker

Rush hour, servin' all the white, feel like Chris Tucker

B.B. Simon, she do Simon Says with my big buckle

911, not about the planes, my Porsche 911

George Bush, talkin' 'bout the strain, not about his name

President, like the Rollie diamonds, plus their Cuban pockets

Gary Paton, plus a little cup, lit like Houston Rockets

Margiela, had a little trip, spill it on my Mace's

Two Perc', plus a little drank, don't know what I'm takin'

Back there, you was talkin' tough, but your voice was shakin'

Nicе guy, stop actin' rough 'cause my 9. hating, dummy (Nigga)

[Outro]

Every time I stеp up in the kitchen, rubber bands

Doin' work, they flippin' pans

Seen that shit was cut

That shit ain't red, I'm like damn, damn (Prr)

Hit my 'migo for another strip, my shit jammed, damn (Uh)