[Intro: Swave Sevah]

Aight, one

[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]

Raise the roof drunk off 180 proof

Got niggas hiding out in their trunks like Rae Carruth

The only difference is these cats is all stiff and

Perfectly perforated to visit the mortician

Zipped up, black-bagged, toe-tagged on their embalmed body

Left to rot in a grave next to John Gotti

Check it off, then I’m off to the next. Kid, it’s off

With your head, dog. So if you lost your respect

I’ll base my life on being like no one—I’m your complete opposite

You a white belt. I’m a shogun

And the things that you won’t do, I probably would

I'm like Johnny Dangerous. You're more like Johnny B. Goode

I could land a record deal for seventy mill

And still be in Beverly Hills slinging ecstasy pills

Pimping rich white chicks and embezzling mills

Had this bad one. She worked in the medicine field

But chill. Can’t jump the gun

Back to this. You’s a bitch and, to prove it

I’ll make you bleed once a month, so

Just back off us ‘cause once I’m on your tail

You couldn’t be Saved by the Bell if you were Zach Morris