You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho But see I'm bout that murder Catch a body with the burner talking this and that Triple 6 in the sticks with a soulja rag $uicide B O Y ain't no compromise Walking round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you fucking walking round Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body You say you driving Maeserati but I call your bluff Always murder then I rob 'em money ain't enough No money ain't enough
[Verse 3: Yung Mutt]
Back in all black bitch Give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack and that's that crack in the pack Bitch I need to back track Real talk need a track back? Ima need the cash Ima need the weed Need to ash Ima need the green That's dope and money Smoking hoeny All mac pack in a black cadillac Ain't no thing funny Ain't no handouts Ain't no biting Stick your hand out I'll start slicing Advicing sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise I'm icing Sprite and lean enticing me til I KO I might be Tyson