[Intro: StanWill]

Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?

Wouldn't waste a bullet on his ass

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Wouldn't waste a bullet on his ass, I'ma beat him with the Drac'

This ain't no fat joke, but Packman'll eat 'em for the pape'

Pull up tryna scrap, bet you won't see another day

I just caught an opp in Oakland, finna sink him in the Bay

Ten racks on this Hutch charm make my neck shiver

Unky on the stove, pot scrapin', he a 'Rex whipper

Life about playin' your hand, not who deck bigger

They'll backstab you, watch your dawgs like a pet sitter

Hoes, they'll fold on you, hoes, they'll switch

I shot fifty in a second, boy, this pole got the switch

Think thе 'Wood bench pressin', boy, it's strong than a bitch

Bro'll shred your wholе gang, he like Mone with the blick, huh

[Verse 2: TrDee]

If you not the gang, don't approach me like you know me

'Cause I got the blicky and might shoot it just like Kobe

Wrist been lookin' naked, I might just go get a Rollie

Really came from nothin', hold my chain up like a trophy

Really stayed down until the whole team came up

Only one rule, stay solid, never change up

No, I cannot listen to your raps 'cause it's made up

No, I did not come to kick it with you, give that brain up

Pockets look like Packman, I be workin' like Rihanna

Let me know it's smoke, we turn your spot into a fuckin' sauna

Oh, let me guess, you can dress because you got designer?

Sick you 'came R. Kelly on 'em, tryna fuck a minor

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Tuh, you a pedophile

Popped a Perc' 10 and poured a four, woke up on 7 Mile

Leave the hangar in a PJ just to clear my mind

Backstabbers everywhere, can never let 'em near my spine

They ain't never seen my shooter face, call him El Chupacabra

How you gon' shoot the shottas? I don't really do the drama

But I need a script

Junkie like an old car don't work, he just need a fix

A, B, C, D, E, F, boy, you not no fuckin' G

Two-year grind, watch me hustle for a hundred weeks

Slime hangin' out the sunroof, only thoughts annihilation

Only up for tellin' fairytales, they just be lyin', hatin'

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]

No diamonds on my neck, baby, it's just melanin

'Posed to keep my secrets, why the fuck you tellin' it?

I can't come to the White House, they won't let the felons in

If she won't suck it for the free, fuck it, baby, sell the head

Ain't no secret, if I want it, I'ma trick

Flawless cuts in the watch and they keep fuckin' up my wrist

Used to do Motel 8s, now I'm fuckin' in The Ritz

When Big Meech touch the streets, I'ma serve his ass a brick

Delete that last bar, nigga, gotta backspace it

Bitch ugly with her makeup off, call that catfacin'

Pink 10 in a honey pack got me back breakin'

If she always in a hotel, that ho Backpagin'

H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O

Ooh, you ain't no fuckin' P

Ridin' with a transgender Drac', it got double D's

In a Lamb' truck, this bitch the same color of bumblebee

Buzz, I'll fuck around and sting your ass

Why the fuck it stink when you twerk? Need to clean your ass

I take care of my kids and I cheat respectfully

But if you try to pull a me on me, I'ma leave your ass