Do ya in, folk tote, F&N, we gon' hit that man
Fuck a bend, you want answers? Nuh uh we ain't tellin them
Once again, I be rippin' it, give fuck 'bout yo' friend
Do what you can fuckin' wit' me, man, I don't recommend that

'Cause o' where yo' bread at, yo' Glocky got the red cap
Boy do not this static, mu'fucka I been said that
Woadie get'cho head crack, done with 'em, I'ma head back
My partna packin' that lead fat and it's a lot o' dead rats

Jumpin' in the slump, hoes be off of the bump
Brandishin' in a func, them mu'fuckas gon' dump
Big Dirty in the trunk, gettin' them bullets crunk
I'm settin' up the fuckin' shop on the first of the month

I don't play with' these rap boys, nuh uh yo' ass not an artist
If you was really doin' shit, I wouldn't fuck wit' you regardless
You plateau, where they go; talm'bout how they the hardest
Man, I ain't hearin' yo' ass, and I'm happy 'bout that

I don't do these rappin', and we untouchable
Look out, ya gon' drop soon as yo' ass get comfortable
I could work them big patties off a lunchable
An' trust me, I'm just pullin' up fo' the money roll