(Intro)

Yo  bro that's crazy, there's people really out here using Cricket Wireless dude that's crazy

(Verse  1)

Let me breathe!

Bodies round me sweat‚ spit drippin'‚ stomped toes‚ black eye, teeth missin' blacked out, I can’t see

Prolly  be the best kid rippin'‚ god knows, smack bitch for shit talkin', man damn‚ what it be?

Folding  paper in the wallet, origami like that huh?

Imma sailor in the water, diamonds on me like that huh?

She  my flavor, I can’t stop it yea she got me like that huh?

Pop a hater, shootin' pinballs keep a tommy like that huh?

I’m rockin' Tommy like that huh

Breaker breaker, bet I mothafuckin' copy like that huh

I’m  a printer wit the paper, you just copy like that huh

Do a hunnit in the Porche, think I’m a jockey like that huh

You’s a bitch boy, swear to god, put that on me

And ya bitch boy, she not yours, she put that on me

Wicked witch boy, see the way the water on me

Got the stick boy, lotta faces and they all green

I might float out in this bitch, and she might go down in this bitch

I’m gettin' throat now baby, no doubt needa slowdown in this bitch

I never sold out, rip your soul out, but no Motown in this bitch

Yea we can tussle, Kung Fu Hustle, Shaolin Showdown in this bitch

I'm at your neck! Homie want the smoke I R.K.O him off a jet!

Super Soaker, Slip N' Slide, bet we leave you wet!

Ravioli out his brain, Boyardee I'm the chef!

Swear to god I act before I think, I got tourettes!

Really want the beef like a thick steak, bone too?

You gotta keep that shit like your mixtape, won’t you?

Ain’t wanna hear you talk, that’s a mistake, bro you

Pull up to my house need police tape, no use

Bet! If being wack was currency then bitch I am in debt!

If I'm bein' honest yo worth probably worth a cigarette

You the type to rock a suit and tie to try to get the sex

You been out deceiving, scheming, I can see it through my specs

I’m just living stupid livid, criminal the way I flex

Picked the wrong dude, bitch I’m Tom Cruise, risky business know the rest

Choppa hit, call it exterminator, cleaning out the pests

Bitch I’m going through your head, we ain’t shootin' at the vest

We ain’t shootin' at the vest

Choppa Ralph it finna wreck (huh?)

Choppa Ralph it finna wreck

Really really really really want the beef, ah nah I'm just kiddin