[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, J X L A N, I appreciate you)
Ayy
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Real street nigga, in the kitchen wrappin' 'bows when it was Christmastime
Told a bitch I'm finna leave, don't forget your sign
Like a watch fully bustdown, barely see the time
Bitch got a wig and makeup, but she still fine
They say the water deep as fuck, but I'ma still dive
I be in the hood with the B's, it's a real hive
Me and bro don't got no handshake, we slap five
Hit this bitch for thirty-seven minutes, got my back tired
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, bitch, ah
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, shit
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, beat the cat down
I growled at a bitch, she said, "Meow," she made cat sounds
Finna WWE this bitch, she gеt smacked down
You can tell we bеatin' out this spot, this a trap sound
You can touch your ceilings in your crib, that's a flat house
I'm only in your city twenty hours, then I'm back out
You ain't got no beat in your car, where the speakers at?
It's gettin' cold as fuck outside, where my heater at?
I'm finna beat somebody ass, where my beater at?
I'm finna pour a whole pint of Wock', where a two-liter at?
Tryna buy a car off the lot, where a two-seater at?
This bitch eat dick good, but I don't feed her ass
Beat her doonies down, she go back home, you tryna beat her ass
You a lil' nasty freaky dude, you gon' eat her ass
I could teach you how to get some money, you don't need no class
Get respect and I show respect, I don't need no pass
Catch a nigga at a red light, bah-bah-bah-bah, I'm finna leave your ass
[Interlude: Skilla Baby]
Oh shit, fuck
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Oh shit, they shootin' at the whip, I'm 'bout to smack the coupe
Please put my hops on the floor, throw me an alley-oop (Huh?)
I'll get a nigga noodled like Campbell soup
Bah-bah-bah, grab the whoop (Huh?)
Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters
I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah
They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that rumor?
That's why I don't like niggas, I be tryna fight niggas
Huh, that's why every week, I'm in the strikers tryna strike niggas
Huh, real pit, fucked up in the head, I'll bite niggas
Name good enough to get the bricks on consignment
Give me that pussy, boo, I'll introduce you to the Coochie Man
I finger bitches with my right thumb, that's my coochie hand
Your head might not make me cum, but your coochie can
She put vinegar in the water, now she smooth again
She just let me fuck, now that pussy loose again
Huh, I ain't showin' up for free, man, you gotta pay
Do I sound like YN Jay?
Long arms in the whip with me, Dr. J
Man, I keep my peace on me, namasté
Got some Haitian hitters in the whip with me, sak pase
Hit a bitch at 7:59, she was blocked by 8
Told the police that was Dennis Graham's, that's not my Drac' (Huh?)
Drop my opp same day that I drop my tape (Huh?)
I ain't comin' out my pod without my shank
My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to, ah
My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to rob my bank (Hah)
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I remember when the OJs was a thirty—
I remember when the OJs was a thirty-piece
Tell a nigga, "You not gettin' money, you ain't heard of these"
Naw, nigga, you not gettin' money, them is Purple jeans
Naw, nigga, keep on actin' funny, be done murdered him
Naw, nigga, I'm the perfect nigga for a murder scheme
Naw, nigga, get to stirrin' dope, look like Ovaltine
Naw, nigga, get to mixin' shit, look like Nesquik
Naw, nigga, get to shakin' shit, look like egg beaters
Naw, four-nick loud as hell like it had tweeters
Naw, four-nick loud as hell like an amp on it
Naw, four-nick got a light like a lamp on it
Naw, fishscale still workin', good compressor next to that
I'll push a pussy nigga like a pack
Naw, got his bitch pussy hooked on pipe like I'm crack
Naw, chopper came from Channel 47, Samurai Jack
Purple drank came from Channel 46, Jimmy Neutron
A Wocky flurry, sip it, then I burp, tell your bitch I moved on
Naw, I can't flirt and I can't share no Percs, tell a bitch to move on
You get hurt, end up on a shirt and keep on gettin' rerolled
Talkin' 'bout in the dirt, blicky out a vert, I can't make it worse
Get him murked, put him in a hearse, scared, go to church
Watch me lurkin', you know we gon' swerve, his sister got some nerve
Tried to act like I ain't bag the bitch without buyin' no purse
Make a promise, matter fact, it's merch, sound like Lil Durk
Press a nigga just like he deserve, make his mama twerk
Watch me slide down a nigga block, it look like I'm surfin'
They keep dyin' whenever they outside, niggas lookin' nervous, ah-duh
