[Produced by Rustie]

[Intro]

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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

We laughing at ya, talkin' bout you doing this and that when

We know you be hustlin' backwards, electroslide and rewind

My pockets is looking like rerun

I've begun to dethrone, you sippin' on that Seagram's

Talkin' bout you gon' kill somethin'

Nigga must think they real or somethin'

Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin'

You ain't fuckin' with me, might as well OD

So after that one, take ten times three

Danny Brown bitch, and that boy Rustie

Got the game on lock like we changed the key

Can't get in it, whore or out

Treat that mouth like police raid a house

Bust all up in it, nuts all in it

Brand new tenant moved all up in it

That's no lease, this ain't rented

Came back, now it's O.G. scented

Who the fuck y'all think ya'll is

I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with no kids

Back in 2003 used to post up

And roll up bag of pounds of the meat

Used to trap O.T. with the D

On the Greyhound bus, one pair of jeans

Sat down in the city like "nigga, what a fiend"

But I do the same thing now, it's just 16s

Get money my nigga like ya 'sposed to

If I don’t then I might go postal

Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you

If you play around a nigga might smoke you

Beware what you say in them vocals

Hood star, everybody going loco

Gotta put a pussy nigga in a chokehold

No joke, that's the code of survival

Battle Royale, everybody your rival

In the ghetto everybody going psycho (style)

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

I'm a- I'm a maniac

Brainiac when I'm aiming at

Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that

You can't block that, it's just brain out hat

Stop that, you ain't 'bout that

Send my loud niggas where ya house at

Couple stacks and a couple packs

Put your daughter fingers in a mouse trap

Off that cause we on one

Can't come back like you stole somethin'

Nigga, might as well let me hold somethin'

Before I take that and your ho for frontin'

Pull up like smoke somethin'

Zip of OG, might roll somethin'

Pop a bottle, might toast somethin'

Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin'

Whipping off that Black and Decker

Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper

Chess shit and you playing checkers

Hit ya chest, yell for help, you're desperate

Nigga talkin' that ho shit

Might ruck around, get your throat split

If you don't know shit, better know this

Fuck around, hocus-pocus

You a Focus, I'm a Lotus

See the big picture, stay focused

Your ho look atrocious

My bitches look ferocious

Breakin' shit, you can't coach this

You niggas talkin' about practice

Roll around with that acid

If you don't know, start askin'

Middleman be taxin'

Made a couple hundred, kept stackin'

Know it sound like I'm braggin'

But a nigga do get them racks in

I ain't gotta say shit

Tell your bitch to suck my dick

I ain't gotta say shit

Tell your bitch to suck my dick