(Let's get the party started!)

**** wanna run my fade, okay, pick the time and place

I know you ain't really 'bout it, under shirt be wearin' lace

**** think he all that shit 'til get hit with sawed off

Bullets hit 'em in his chest, they gon' rip his bra off

And your bitch hella borin', swear I nod off

You a ho, and you broke, get a bag

Had a mis-step, now you goin' out sad

If I really wanted, I could turn that **** to a fiend

Have that **** on his knees, have 'em prayin' to the beans

Now he can't stay off them Percs and his family fuckin' hurt

I don't really fuckin' care, I'ma make that shit worse

Sell a lil' eight to his son, but it's laced

Now he shakin' on the ground, his momma took 'em to that ER

Better say your goodbyes for his soul and body part

And his lil' sis' cryin', damn, that shit sucks, huh

I could really just destroy your whole family if I wanted

But I'm not that malicious unless you come for me or one of my fam' or one of my homies

A **** like me would really get down dirty