[Verse 1: Thugga]

I pop some Percocets

Then I pop some Xanax

Sitting back strapped, cocked

Plotting on your man next

Jack a nigga for his work

Then stretch it like some Spandex

He hesitate, I spray and leave him

Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax

Bitch, I keep that anthrax

I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs

Shoot off your Sedan Lac

Nigga, I demand stacks

I ain't playing black

Bitch, I be spraying Macks

All type of guns with accessories

I'm like Cosby for the bills

I need mills like Stephanie

Pussy niggas can't stand next to me

I've got dope and ecstasy

Keep em floating like both of the levees breached

Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies

Worldwide game like I traveled the seven seas

Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please

Put your pussy in the pan, Friskies

[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]

I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet

Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit

I'm just here to separate

The real from the fake shit

I told you, I was coming in

I'm Sorry 4 the Wait

I gotta get this money man

It's right here in my face

I got the Devil on my back

I don't wanna be up in that place

My grandmom tell me to be safe

I just keep running in these streets

I can't stop fucking with these hoes

When I say I'm just doing me

Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga

Mason Street, D & G

That Florida right by the D

Need to free my nigga B

I ain't the type of person to be

Running from no beef, those fucking guns

Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody

Off their feet

So watch your fucking mouth

Before you end up on that floor and stop

Acting like you're hard cause

You know you've been a ho

I told you out the gate I'm not the fake

I gotta say, please excuse

Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way

[Verse 3: Flow]

Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check

Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for your neck

Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X

I'm a motherfucking monster, I rap like I'm possessed

Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper

The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her

Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters

We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler, the Creator

I'm an Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woop'n

They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi

Bitch, get some ice and pour my Sprite

And light my bong and my doobies

Fuck your producer, I'm the one who be

Producing my music

I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot

Cock the semi

Drop you like an Otterbox

They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket

Kill a nigga, have him thinking that he planking

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on

Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong"

Didn't I change the game and put my motherfucking team on

Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone

Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes

We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed

Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole

And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos

I get loaded til I motherfucking overload

Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes

Ask them bitches, I told em hoes

They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero

Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket

Pull them hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings

Got some niggas from my city

Thugga, Dizzy, Flow

Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch