[Intro]

Captain Crunch presents...

Yeah, what up crunch

Cha-Charlie Shuffler

Ooh, ooh

Better Off Dead nigga

Mackned, yuh

Yuh, GBC, Mackned, uh yuh

[Chorus]

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen

[Verse]

Fuckin' on that bitch, I'm half asleep, fuck you mean, yeah

White goo, let's count with something, bitches in their spleens, yeah

Six rings, dangle off a nigga, watch him bling, yeah

Over nothing, rings could come in sketchy, I'm a fiend, yeah

Cash Carti dancing on my wrist (What, what)

Only time I count myself, a paper cut

She got freaky, lil' bitch, nut on her eyebrow

Wake up with the sun down, Hublot like a sun down

I just fucked that face, I call it a Smash Mouth (Ooh)

Glock on me, you don't live what you rap 'bout (Mackned)

I just dead a brother, getting head on the freeway

She's an American Idiot, I call her Green Day

[Chorus]

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen

Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat

Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave

She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen

She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen