This is music for the youngins. All I see is fuck-bitches, all I hear is fuck-bitches. These fuck-bitches (word word word) Foreal doe (c'mon, they don't really do shit) Why the fuck are you speakin' then? (real shit) I'm tired of this shit.
This is music for the youngins That's the kids who's thuggin' Never catch me lovin' Always keep it fuckin' My ninjas stay murkin' 416 lurkin' Young goddess ain't hurtin' with my team money conversin' Hold it, I'm frozen with the burner Color, golden Check the cocaine, it's so potent No Jokin' G shit I got a dream and Ima reach it You fuck-bitches broke, why you speakin'? Fuck it Who needs love if a bitch fuckin' bossin'? So think again, you don't want no fuckin' problems Bitch I'm winnin', still I got like hella shit to prove With my goonies and these niggas ain't got shit to lose So pick and choose Decide your fate Or if I catch you at my show, homie fix your face Or get a taste She get replaced I got the 'tooly in my jays and she outta place Bitch, Last Kings, First Queen