The fuck you say about my mama?

I don't want any trouble, just get out

Huh, you talkin' shit?

Every time I come in this motherfucker, you got somethin' to say, fuck you

Yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Hey, where's the motherfuckin' videotape?

Give me the motherfuckin' video—

Huh

Bring the— give me the motherfuckin' videotape right now

Hey, ****, hey, clean the cash register

It's the dope cleaner, dope wrapper, ho snatcher (Frr)

Stand on the pedal, let it scream 'cause I'm a flow master

Hustlin' without a father, I'm a cold bastard

He snitchin' in front of your honor, tell a whole chapter

Man, I get so many hoes, know I don't have to (Uh)

Worry 'bout a bitch (Uh), I let her go, then go after (Uh)

Bitch sniffin' the supply, then I'ma go smack her

Get killed about some shit you seen 'cause I'm a toe-tagger (****)

Where that work come from you rappin' 'bout? (Pussy ****)

Oh, you a actin'-ass ****? Boy, don't make me get to actin' out (****)

Cut the noise, **** cap aloud

Lower your tone 'fore we tap his mouth, **** tippin', tap his house

Matter of fact, they don't come out the house (At all)

Don't get put up sayin' my names on them songs, **** offed for clout

Make sure it's over, though, you wanna get him

Jealous of the **** who killed **** 'cause I wanted to kill him (****)

Signed to Death Row, bitch, it's bloody rhythm

Yeah, I did that song with Dae, but I ain't drop it, I ain't fuckin' with him

Showin' love to a thug, she in love with killers

A Kodak moment in the club, make it flood with skrilla

Man, I'm on a beat with Smoov, but, yeah, I fuck with Dilla

Ain't listenin' at all to rappers, play that Bryson Tiller (****)

He low on pape', that shit ain't straight, she gon' leave her ****

We catch a ****, spin away, we gon' flip us a victim

Treat this **** like this weight, we gon' flip and zip him

Pussy boy, get out my way or your mama gon' miss you

Stupid bitch, get out my face, only grimers get kisses

I'm pullin' capers down the way, we're no bummers, get lifted (Yeah)

****, I don't love this ho, I love drama and pistols (Bah)

If I ever said I loved you, I might've been trippin'

Pearls for my baby girl, she get diamonds and crystals

I'm on the E-way with a chopper, a bomb and some missiles (****)

Yeah, Gotti

And I used to live in Cleveland for ten years

Really?

Yeah, Shaker Heights

Cleveland have, um, a variety of gangsters

Really?

Yeah, they don't fuck around

People from big cities go out to this town in Cleveland, this little-ass town, and find, pull up to a big surprise

Yes, it's dangerous

Many a times, many a ti— yeah, it's very dangerous, it's very— hahahahaha

Very dangerous