It's a lot of em, bitch **** huh, It's a lot of em, trick bitches huh

It's a lot of em, yeah, it's a lot of em It's a lot of em

Uh switchy, switchy, what's inside my blicky? That ain't none of your business

So much belt to ass like a badass kid that ain't get shit for Christmas

Stanley Steemers the way they cleaned em up, let's see em spin again

Momma prayin' often, let's see em sin again

Youngbull sent the blitz and now you hold the bus up

Stairway to heaven and you cannot just walk up

Get some top up, or hit the top, that's not a toss up

Cryin' about a bitch? you better boss up, ****

When I catch your ass, you gon' catch a shell

Give a fuck if I go to hell, long as them bullets hail

Mary, you better pray she don't drop the location, ****

Leave you stankin' ****, what the fuck you thinkin' ****?

Before I catch a body, grab a Johnny, leave the phone at home

And all my **** down they walk around with extra chromosomes

Hole in one and now we see what type of shit that he was on

Zip, zip, zip it up, that **** colon gone

Online ganger, real life stranger danger, **** touched you up

Thinkin' with your dick, that pussy probably was your final thought

Smoke a half a L because you still alive from waist up

Can not roll you up, You roll around and that's good enough