[Intro: Randy]

Hurt, What it do?

Hurtboy!

Ay! Randy!

[Verse 1: Randy]

She investigate

I ain't invested

Tech in my double cup

But motherfuckers can't test it

Lil' bitch I need arraignment if I am arrested

Huntin' for your head if your tax ain't collected

I be smoking veggies

She on white, she Betty

She was smoking reggie

I brought cookie she wasn't ready

New bitch that ain't funny

Chase bitches like you Chevy

You ain't got no money

How can I blame you

You petty

Face, car, credit

UK shit I head it

"Why this keep happening to me?"

Boy you let it

I keep the Smith on me and I will

Boy I Am Legend

You may be flexing

You ain't got no weight

You ain't contesting

Good gas, gold on me outweigh this connection

Bricks wrapped up like presents

These hands is more contagious than a muh'fuckin' infection

You could catch it

You can come in first if you think for a second

Your girl call me the worst

But this dick is the best

I know you use the metal

What you trapping ten sacks for? Why?

What you got that click-clack for? Why?

What she do that tip tap for? Why?

I may bitch

Might stick that hoe

Devil wearing Chrisitans, hoe

Four years later and you still broke

Highschool was your pinnacle

Knick knack paddy wack give the bitch a bone

Her old man came rolling home

Bitch I'm out

I'm Rolling Stones

You can't always get what you want