Where is the guillotine? Let him eat yellow cake

Shooter with a nuclear family of

Killers willing to juice the concentrate

Fool it's a sauna, light a fire under your honor

They talking life to a lifer, I'm liking the odds

Give me the water, give her the pill, give him the needle

Fetal Baileys of this world all getting killed someday

Say partner, say dog, say what? Say what's going on, pause

This is a stick up, stuck up motherfucker come get some

Jet some, he floss some, flock some

Boss, um, they got salads to toss, um

Crosses to burn, um, losses to learn from

Call us to turn up

A tear the club up thug, a Juicy J on a motherfucker

They cutting the rug up, a cut up motherfucker looking like Lady Luck

So buck up young buck, we got bucks like hoes got fucks to give

She don't give a fuck, shit you better not

Heads high, kill 'em with the kill 'em with the feel 'em

If you feeling it a filibuster feeling busting

Feeling bust you feel like busting out

Bedside manner with some dead eye candy

Apple red dye fanny packers, hacker baby fat

I better back it up

Where the titties at? Show that kitty cat

Better getting milky with the silky weave

Sweating on the satin sheets

Rap about it, be about it, be about it, beat it up

The beef is in the freezer but he keep that heater creeping up

Shorty boo, baby mama make it clap, give it up

Drop it low, push it, spread it, bite it, kill it, get it, get it

Throwing paper for the coochie, slapping Gucci

Rocking Gucci, give her Gucci, get the pussy wetter

And the better in the car

Whipping the Rolls, rolling a blunt, dick in the hoe

Making it buck, faking the funk season

Partner it's two season

Fuck with a pimp C-walk with a little bit of mouth

Feasting 'em out, preaching on a soapbox

Botox cold cock hoe, watch it

Who gonna fuck with the trillest?

The building they building out there

On the block got no windows up in it

Back like it's crack for the roaches and rats

Giving dap to the dividends, backhand a bitch in the car

Stars are for rappers, the televised trappers

This shit is the realest, that's how come he feel it

So hard he will knock it while driving to work

And he work on the first and the fifteenth

When Ox got the check in they pockets

He pick it, she lock it, she roll it and drop it

The acid is burning the weed

Smoke it out high as a bird from the trees

Cali dro, calico cataracts freeze

Hands in the sky, diving and driving the Lambo

And crying from coming down hard

Pulling the card, carrying hood motherfucker my lord

Balls of the word, scriptures is semen

They seeming disturbed, flipping the bird

Kicked to the curb, you're hungry with yams to be served