Still fuckin' with that bitch, it's a marathon

Treatin' all my homies like my clothes, bitch, I put em' on

Put my chopp down and smack uh opp, I hit him with my bong

Beatin' on his ass, I'm his father, that lil' boy my son

What you think I'm sayin, bitch? I be playin' shit

Choppa get the night talkin, Glocky get tuh sprayin' shit

I ain't buying shit unless she finna come and suck my dick

Man, last time I saw the opp, Kidz Bop was still bumpin

Man, fuck what you sayin, I don't wanna hear nothin

When I pull that shit out, your ass better get to runnin

I got two big-ass drums, that shit dumpin' like percussions

Fuck, woah, woah, oh no

Choppa uh magician, where the fuck did that boy go

That Choppa spittin' fire, we gon' make a pussy glow

Glass get the shatterin, I'm tryna make a toast

What you know? All that shit talkin, we gon' take your soul

That's on, bro, if you play on me, I promise we gon' have to wipe your nose

Two opps with my lighter, finna smoke them in a row

This the hood Olympics, bitch, I'm out here lookin' for the gold

When them bullets hit your car, we gon' get your shit towed

I got racks on top of racks, bitch, I'm never finna fold

Out here reppin' for the F, lil' bitch, I'm throwin' up the four

Feelin' like Corressel when I grip that bitch, yeah, I need more

Fuck her fast then I fuck her slow, that's really the goal

Smack her ass, bend her over, got that lil' hoe touchin' toes

I got two twins, finna fuck them both up in a row

I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, she addicted to the snow

Ayy, yeah, check, check me out like all yall pussy

Still fuckin' with that bitch

Damn, yeah, I'm still fuckin' with that bitch

It's a marathon, treatin' all my homies like my clothes, bitch, I put them on

Put my chop down and smack uh opp. I hit em with my bong

Beatin' on his ass, I'm his father, that lil' boy my son