[intro: Lil Jack]

Got my nig' Freak Daddy, and my nig' Jon Doe

We finna turn this motherfucker out

Y'all ready? Let's do this shit for the '9-8

It's on, boy

Manson style (Manson up in this bitch)

[Hook: Jon Doe]

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, I'm finna (Regulate on any sucker)

Regulate on any sucker

Regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this mothеrfucker, regulate on any suckеr

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, I'm finna (Regulate on any sucker)

Regulate on any sucker

Regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker, regulate on any sucker

I'm finna wig in this motherfucker

[Verse 1: Jon Doe]

Regulate on any suckers

Loadin' thangs, then waitin' for ana' just comin', so I can't bar you busters

Ana' got me stressin', still depressin', but on P's and Q's

But ana' ain't the lesson to be stressin', when you payin' dues

Wig in this motherfucker, kill one of you motherfuckers

Steal from you motherfuckers, still get respect from all you busters

Game done fucked up, niggas got the game twisted wrong

My niggas stay true to these, they is strapped with plenty tones

So step if you wanna, standing tall, but you never bail

Hot shells we blast, better yet, run into yo' ass

[Bridge]

Don't make me wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch (I grab my .4-4 ready to click)

I'm finna wig in this bitch (I grab my .4-4 ready to click)

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

I'm finna wig in this bitch

Grab my .4-4 ready to click

[Verse 2: Freaky Reece, Lil Jack]

I'm finna wig in this bitch, grab my .4-4 ready to click

Uh uh, in your head, nigga, ain't nothing but blood and split

Motherfucker, you bet' not run, chase you down with them Teflons

Nigga proud of yo' set, and yo' many troopers super wet

In this mystic, but wicked, my lyrics super-explicit

So fuck it, I'ma cuss anyway, 'cause it's all about the meal ticket

Gettin' it crunk in this bitch, throw yo' hood, and yell your click

Playin' how "Crunk and Wild" niggas, 'cause I gotta represent

(So wig in this bitch) Don't deny this shit

Motherfuck that if I ain't, nigga, 'cause I gotta get rich

I can't take it, my nig', I'm finna wig

My conscious telling me no, but the devil telling me pull the trig'

Get played like a little toy, get munched up like Chips Ahoy

Better buy a pistol grip, playing with me, bitch boy

What you say, uh uh

What you say, uh uh

What you say, uh uh

What you say?