[Intro]

Mic check, one-two, one-two

This is J@q Boi Be@ts, baby

Yo, Em, what the fuck is up, bro?

Let's get it (Yo, yo)

[Verse]

I used to be a cool guy, but now I'm mad (Yeah)

'Cause most of these artists [?] that they all trash

They never last, their character lackin' momentum

I staple they nipples to they knees and make 'em do sit-ups (Woo)

They talk shit like I'm a foreigner, they diggin' they grave

With they tongue, I'm on the corner with the coroner (Let's go)

Your crew the targеt, I burn 'em like Mr. Marcus for the profit

I'm lеavin' blood on the carpet in your label office (Hahahaha)

Shoulder to shoulder with Hova, I'm souped in a motor

High roller, sick as ebola when I'm takin' over (Get 'em)

It's evident, I'm better than half of you veterans

I'm a barsmith like the incredible lettermen ([?], what up?)

The first day I got down with E (Yeah)

Them niggas showed me how to lay my vocals over the beat (Yeah)

I became a carnivore with the barns

You end up [?] with a warrior

I'm doin' it easy like The Commodores (Woah, hahaha)

Fuck a role model, I'm a freak at the strip club

Watchin' a chick vag– take a whole bottle (Get it, girl)

And hell yeah, I bust my gun, for my clique

Brother and sis, mama, daughter, and sons, nigga (Fiyah)

I'm only temperamental on an instrumental (Yup)

I'm blessed, I can dig in your nose and pick a winner

I hustle everything, from bars to bud

I got juice, that's why I'm wearin' Bruno Magli's and gloves, bro

Just had a meeting with the elite so I can delete 'em in the streets

And give the kids more sounds of freedom (That's right)

And tell the judge, "Fuck you and the jury"

'Cause I'm a heavy bully, a boss, boy, you just a rookie, agh

[Chorus]

Bussin' my Glock off tonight (Booyaka)

So nigga, get my money right (Ya heard me?)

You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I

Light the bud, once again, it's on

With Reggie, [?] rock the mic (Booyaka)

You better get my money right (Ya heard me?)

You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I

Light the bud, once again, it's on

[Outro]

Another body in the trunk

J@q Boi Be@ts, baby

Bread city, let's go