[Chorus](BSHR)
Think he got money 'cause he buyin' them scats
You niggas ain't Chuckies, you niggas is Bratz
I'm gettin them buckets, you sit in the back
Yo' raps sound dummy, I'm spittin them facts
Go get a refund, fuckin' up them tracks
You ain't got no guns, we be totin' them macs
You niggas is rats and we shoot at ya' hat
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, she got glue on her back
I blew out her back, and I gave her right back, so you better get back, 'cause you really ain't like that
Diamonds on my neck do a dance like Mike Jack
That nigga a bitch, he ain't even gon' fight back
He know I'm the shit, but the nigga just wipe ass
Me, Butters, and Rich in the whip, drove right past
[Verse](C Rich)
We stay on the top, we never in last
You niggas is fragile, you niggas is glass
I'm grabbin' her ass, I'm sittin' in class
Lemme pass her to you, assist of the pass
Bitch kinda big, she built like a flask
This ain't no diss, I'm gettin' off task
She swallow my kids and kiss on Nebrask
These bars hittin' heavy, ain't talkin' no mass
(BSHR)
That nigga a bitch, he really ain't hood
I wish that you would, you wish that you could, you niggas is pressed, but nigga I'm good
She swallow my kids, and I gave her the foot
I got all this paper, might write me a book
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, so you better not look
He rockin' black forces so he think he a crook
I step on the scene and that nigga got shook
(BUTTA)
I'm fuckin' her good, I'm givin' her D
My dick is like NyQuil, I put her to sleep
She jump on my dick, I'm watchin' her leap
Her boy just came home, I hopped in the Jeep
Boy is a bitch, think his name Steve
So many hoes, it's Christmas Eve
She wanted to stay, I told the bitch leave
I'm pullin' her hair, I took off her weave
(BSHR)
I rockin' this ice, but I'm bringin' the heat
Yo bitch wanna meet, 'cause yo bitch want the meat
I got all this wheat, so yo bitch take a seat
That nigga want beef, but he fake from the street
You better not creep, got the drums, and we beat
I gave her treat, told that hoe watch her teeth
My diamonds too clean and they came from the reef
Yo position is three, at the top you can't reach
(BUTTA)
We killin' this beat, yeah we go hard
I'm drivin' real fast, see yo girl from a far
I told her come here, she hopped in my car
I gave her pill, said we goin' to Mars
She wanted to fuck, but girl I'm a star
Had to pass her up, like I'm Brett Farve
(BSHR)
That nigga be lyin', I gave him a scar
She backin' it up, on my dick she gon park
She givin' me neck so call me the scarf
You niggas don't matter, you ain't even quarks
I feel 3K, just play yo part
We goin' too crazy just makin' some art
Fly like a pilot, know you don't like, but ya bitch like it, yeah she ride my dick
Say you a shooter, you ain't even tried it
Might get touched with the tool, like it's Midas
Standin' real tall, but I'm only like 5'6
My music ain't good, my shit is righteous
[Chorus](BSHR)
Think he got money 'cause he buyin' them scats
You niggas ain't Chuckies, you niggas is Bratz
I'm gettin them buckets, you sit in the back
Yo' raps sound dummy, I'm spittin them facts
Go get a refund, fuckin' up them tracks
You ain't got no guns, we be totin' them macs
You niggas is rats and we shoot at ya' hat
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, she got glue on her back
I blew out her back, and I gave her right back, so you better get back, 'cause you really ain't like that
Diamonds on my neck do a dance like Mike Jack
That nigga a bitch, he ain't even gon' fight back
He know I'm the shit, but the nigga just wipe ass
Me, Butters, and Rich in the whip, drove right past
