It's in Wittich, Greenwood, Paulson.

Man, I'm on one line speaking to drama

About this gangsta girl situation

Other line is bitch bleepin'

Talk about some dumb shit

Use it on my battery, then my phone died and shit

So fucked up

Ran out of bars on my booze phone

Hopped up in the whip, charged up the phone

You lookin' at the 06 Armstreet Jones

That's in my fifth new car in the chrome

Yeah, we gettin' paper like the motion picture blown

Haiti on the wrist just to make this shit glow

And I still let the Roddy roll

In front the Jacks while I'm pullin' to the lobby door

I'm usually gettin' pulled over by the law

Or G -Mac gettin' pulled over by a bra

Now that I'm thuggin' your bitch out

Wrestling with the whole gym, duggin' your bitch out

But she had to fuck up all her energy

Steppin' out her line, gettin' drunk off the Hennessy

I said, bitch, let the doorknob hit ya

Hit your fat ass with my full shit and kick ya

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told her, bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

I'm just steppin' fresh off the chaw

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told her, bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

Don't be mad when I fuck a little

Grab my wave, you gotta get on my page

Young Ice -T, ponytail in dark shades

Phone thugs sippin' scissors, sittin' sideways

Put a hole in a nigga if they're not raised

My hoes listen to daddy, I'm like, get him, girl

You don't get in his pocket to get his glitter, girl

And your girl around me, she got a few of her own

So what's the sense of cheatin'? I could bring a few of them home

No game, they respect my story

These haters respect my mores

I'm a G like Norrie and Pharrell

But I'm not on no skateboard shit

A few scales on some straight raw shit

Not so Neanderthal, I'm icy

Straight out the rock, the drip was written

It's in my plans, the ball, I'm milkin' crams for all

And bringin' them back, bird gang

What's fuckin' with that?

Hold up

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told her, bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

I'm just steppin' fresh off the chaw

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told her, bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

Don't be mad when I call

Fresh to death, dip to the feet

Made him skip to the beat

He gon' make me get a fistful of teeth

The V said, real pretty

Snow white like I dipped it in bleach

Vigour veil, hip to the streets

On that race to the top, I put six in your feet

You don't wanna get hit when we been stuck

Talkin' that talk will get you hit from the sizzler

My O .G.'s call him a slickster

I friend you with the formula, or even a fixture

When it comes to this rap shit, I got the mixture

The real nigga, I spit the vivid picture

Use your 20 gram, nigga, I'ma turn on the Richter

The 4 '5 cat kept givin' me blisters

Had to gym, start a kit, now I'm finna get rich and crazy

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told the bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

I'm just steppin' fresh off the chore

She said, yes, your majesty

I did my best, don't be mad at me

I told the bitch, you ain't givin' it your all

Don't be mad when I fuck em' all