[Hook]

Bitch, play with me, I'm a dope celebrity

[Verse 1]

Tell me how you want it

Good bad guy, gangsta shit, act a donkey

Word on the street Nussie holding shit down

Dope Celebrity Records, fuck them other clowns

All bark, no bite, it just ain't right

After every fucking bar, bitch, you ought to scream syke

Or give me my props cause you're rapping my life

Or either man up, one on one, let's fight

I'm a fool with the tool, I'm known to [?]

I cook my own chicken, got my own shake 'n bake

Fuck a million bucks, I'd rather watch a red dot

I'll expose all these rappers for telling all these lies

I be on 31st, I bought a house on that street

The one with [?} face on the street

A nigga shot my house cause they knew I wasn't there

I found out who did it and I made 'em disappear

[Hook]

Fuck you too, looking all stupid and

Retro thunderbird got me feeling really [?]

Got a [?] on the drink, buck fifty for a paint

Seventy five hundred at deposit in every bank

Bitch, play with me, I really be in them streets

I really be doing them thangs, niggas really be scared of me

You can say what you want but you'd better mumble it

Nussie pulled it off but Chris made the counterfeit

I sold your nigga [?], cause I didn't have the weed

At least I told the truth and said it didn't have seeds

I gotta keep it real, yeah a nigga wanna murk me

Cause I made them chumps feel like [?] turkeys

It is what it is, check my stats, facts are facts

I caught 'em [?], so I shot 'em in the back

South Baton Rouge, Dope Celebrity

If you really be in these streets, you done heard of me

[Hook]