[Verse 1: S. Reidy]

How you gonna talk to a boy like that?

I be tripping in the kitchen, cooking scrambled eggs

Off the top, though, better cop a poncho, boy

Cause i'm making it rain, and my flow so wet, god dang

Funny how you talk smack

To a boy that, on the van that can hold like twenty cups

And my bat with my girl on my lap, yeah

Watching all that up on the DVD player

Rolling in like a skater

Oh, you want a verse from me? Well, you gotta catch me later

Just a call on my cell from the mayor

There's a giant alligator and I gotta send it there

Emo rapper in the cut

But I ain't cutting (I ain't cutting)

Quit your stunting, boy

I ain't 'fraid of nothing

[Verse 2: LoneMoon]

Yeah

Go fucking walk around town with a couple your hoes

She gonna get mad when I'm tryna make dough

She tryna make love but the love so-so

Bitch don't want me, she just want the boy gold, yeah

Hey, she a rendezvous hoe

She wanna make plans but I had to fucking go

Little homie wanna pick a fight? That's a no-no

I'm make you like a sweet and make you burn slow, like

Lock you in the motherfucking trunk

Heh

Millstone, you about to be sunk, bitch

Oh, okay

You fools talk shit, you about to get cut (yeah!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, me? The crew? Finna get up

Yeah, okay, yeah

This my philosophy, I'm Socrates

Old Greek turn-the-other-cheek prophecy

No countdown for a sucker glocking me

Hoes, that style, hoe like an apostrophe

Maybe you can get down on the block with me

But if you playing, I got homies throwing shots for me

You a true little hoe if you can talk to me

Heh, yeah, put that all on me, I'm like