[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Baby, I don't want to have to call you a bitch

But you can bet I'mma do it if you acting a witch

I didn't fuck another woman, so you're pitiful, ish

Better change before we get to some gangsta shit

Checking my clothes for N-O's

You think I'm all up in those hoes

Who love to be giving me demos

All up in my grill

You're making a villain say goddwamn!

Baby what kinda nigga you think I am?

In the middle of a conflict, bitch, you're nonsense

Where the calm went?

I read you like a book

And quite frankly bitch I don't like your content

I don't give a damn about a "he say, she say"

Shae Jones replay

If it ain't she say, then it's he say, he game

9 millimeter heat day

Every time I gotta come home to this

Why you wanna do this?

Never woulda hit it if I knew this

I was never givin' it to a celebrity

Better be down with a nigga wit a earlier 70's mindframe

All about the mind games

Ms. Sherlock always trying to find things

I'd rather be behind you doing the dog style, hit it so hard that you get spine pains

Sluts, is a wonderful thing

But you gotta know I'm a nigga with a lust for green

All your friends say I'm a player, they wanna intervene

But they know when they come at me, they got a terrible scene

Said I had a chicken over Juan's with the KY

Getting high

My reply's you a motherfucking liar

'Cause I was in the hotel all up in the jiggamapie

I didn't lie!