[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Man, man

[Verse 1]

I'm t'd off juice and xan

I don't know you lil' mans

Got this lil' deuce-deuce in my pocket, in these Nudie pants

My plug up on a band

I gotta meet him there

So I don't do shorts, don't do deals, it's either here or there

My bitch don't like new niggas

Say they gone get me caught

Say, "fuck with them, you gone catch records." '07 Randy Moss

I touch her redskin, then I jet

Boy I'm Santana Moss

Wait, let me pop like four more pills

Them old ones wearing off

Boy, who the fuck is you?

You ain't no one nine seven

What stain you rep?

Who chain you grip?

It's looking ugly, yessir

I take yo' shit, won't bring that back

Boy I'm no Devin Hester

That bitch left me, fake like that hurt

Boy I'm just like a wrestler

[Hook]

Right, so I talk my shit like none other

Finesse this shit like none other

Fuck around, make you rob yo' brother

I'm on it

Right, man I talk my shit like none other

Finesse this shit like none other

Make you wanna rob yo' brother

I'm on it

[Verse 2]

Man they got me T'd

Don't tell me no fucking rules

We don't do those

Remember I said that's why I dropped outta school

You gotta listen bitch, don't make me show this attitude

You like, "this why all yo friends be fucking mad at you?"

I'm just too smart for mu'fuckas but that don't matter dude

I'm just 18, they said I'm dumb but that's what xannies do

Well I pop X now so I’m up when I be Xannin’ too

Don't be this stubborn to the devil wanna dance with dude

Finessed a close friend

I didn't feel anything

I knew since then that it don't matter if you kin to me

Instead of ghost, get Scooby-Doo to solve this mystery

You sick? Well this black-market magic is the remedy

[Hook]

Right, so I talk my shit like none other

Finesse this shit like none other

Fuck around, make you rob yo' brother

I'm on it

Right, man I talk my shit like none other

Finesse this shit like none other

Make you wanna rob yo' brother

I'm on it