[Intro: X4]

(FBEAT go crazy)

(FBEAT producin' all the heat)

Huh

[Verse 1: X4 & Chxnk]

I'm a top tier joint, I can't kick her with no bitch and I heard you was a sitch

Nigga really take your shit, nigga really keep blick, with a stick

Fuck it at the switch, get chokin' from the kids

I'm a top tier nigga, I can't just fuck on any bitch

Y'all know I got good dick, she said my whip gang sick, bitch

I don't never come outside without taking my blick

They gotta switch, on F&N

[Verse 2: X4 & Chxnk]

Nigga we gon' spin, fuckin' spin again

Nigga and again and again and again

Nigga he can't hang with the Crips, hmph

Run off on a nigga with a bitch, hmph

Take a nigga shit and have him sick

I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a blick

I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a pole, hmph (Keep a what?)

Shut the fuck up, I heard you told (Aye)

[Verse 3: Chxnk & X4]

Slappin' with the blick

I prolly fuck this bitch

Hoes think they slick

They be tryna have my kid

I don't never hang on the block and I ain't got my blick

Big-ass bullets in it, it really makes it flip

How the fuck you gettin' dough, but you ain't got no chip?

You can't call it no pole, if it bustin' don't kick

My compact didn't fold and it ain't got no kick (Ain't got no what?)

[Verse 4: X4]

Ain't got no kick, 40 with a stick

Slap a nigga twice 'cause he been was a bitch

I'ma show you where they ain't, don't trip

And you better bounce out into your shit

Nigga better not miss, ready stitch lip

Never sink the ship, I never snitch

I'm a thirsty crip, bouncin' out the Benz

Fucked out the side, woke him down with a blick

[Verse 5: Chxnk]

What you mean? Bounce out, I don't do your shit

Nigga, I'm known for walking up

And get jiggy, got pose, starin' bitches in they face on figaro

Last nigga touched my chain, you left with his fingers broke

I brought lean juice with niggas in here pour

If you show me to the bitches, which one go give me throw

These niggas deaf, I don't think they hear me though

These bullets extra won't big, they ain't treat, Cheerios

[Verse 6: X4]

I ain't worryin' bout no bitch, I got plenty hoes

Fuck a tall bitch on my tippy toes

Soccer son, up he sayin', "Leave me alone"

FBEAT up on a beat, bitch you know we on

While your pussy smell like that, bitch you know you're wrong

We gon' double back, we gon' get it gone

We gon' bounce up, we gon' get it gone

We gon' walk him down, we gon' get it gone

[Outro]

(FBEAT go crazy)

(FBEAT producin' all the heat)