Transcript (en)

What's up? Blacks' ass I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catchin' blacks' ass Jam get at that jam, I give him 50 and got a ax again He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the max was in I don't drink that red or that green, break that out again Fuck the thing, she told me that she hate me, now she back again And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffic in Hate they ass so much, we dig them up and tell them die again I can't hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in Niggas told me all the rappers pussy, ain't no rapper then They told him what type of car was in, I hecko get it Raps again Said when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses Bitch, you know we now, we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses Pop out like a ghost, they like Prince, they boy, he back again If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again I be in the noise with a chopper like I'm sold to slam Black D, my brothers, but 300, that's my water now Them be my fuckin' polis I be movin' through this bitch, ain't rare, it got no apples I'm a fuckin' shotter And I'm dreaded like a roster, I been runnin'