Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm off the acid, oh no

Cris Dinero on the track

Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh

Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama

That b***h don't understand

When she just don't want no drama

That baby drama, mama

I don't wanna talk about it

Bitch I came to kill, on my momma

Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama

That b***h don't understand

When she just don't want no drama

That baby drama, mama

I don't wanna talk about it

Well hello there

Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom

Head bust, f*****g head bust your head open

She gon' bust her legs wide open, p***y broken, uh

On yo' block, all up on yo' block, all I see is smokin', ayy uh

Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my d**k in my glock, ayy

My blade dark like cops, ayy

What's that? What's that? Red dot (bop, bop, bop, BOP!)

Grrra! Gratata, ayy

Shoot at p***y boys

Can't f*ck with p***y boys

Put a pistol on p***y boys

In Jesus' name—

Bitch, I came to kill

You and yo' momma

Boo-boo-boo-boo

Yo' medulla oblongata

Blood drippin', it spill

Look like salsa

Cock back it up, yeah

That back probably be auto

Really?