Hmm, faked them **** out, they thought I went on tour

I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Run up on the police with Dolla, smacked a **** car

Huh, **** talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large

I'ma spend that shit again because you can't do it

Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I'm Ray Lewis

Carbon, Carbon act retarded, only get you dropped with it

Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that's my shit

G8, Gino, JJ, Momma, Teesha know I got this

Get to rappin' like I'm Drego, but this ain't "Bloxk Party"

Talk to **** with my Draco, it make his block party

I can't rap beef, I won't get my **** locked up

Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some **** boxed up

Send me a personal, you ain't fuckin' with the Sazzer

Swing on a ****, then bust his homies when they line up

Big ten milli' pokin' out, I can't hide that

I'm outside on Maxwell like, "Where the slide at?"

I know damn well they know better not to try that

Freak ho, baby, I hit yo' BM with a sidestep, hey

Ho **** mad, I'm fuckin' on his cousin

**** that I know through other **** actin' like they thuggin'

Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain't gon' touch me

I was mindin' my business, doin' my thing, now I'm back on ho shit

Heat check, **** (Fire), keep that, ****

I'm in yo' baby mama whip, I got the seat back, ****

She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, ****

Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? I know you can

**** in they feelings, wanted features, and I hauled they ass

He want smoke so I'm gon' load the mag

We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag

With they nosey ass, ha-ha, hmm, aye

Bitch, I'm Freaky Kuz with a K, I make my nina bust

I'm the leader of the Eastside Apes, don't get yo' nieces fucked

High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro bro, speed it up

I got lean to cover, roll my window down, I'm leavin' blood

Huh, bitch, I'm leavin' blood

On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood

Pistol make the dog food walk on water

A **** try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter

Faked them **** out, they thought I went on tour

I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Run up on the police with Dolla, smacked

Nah, ****, fuck that

We can't hit your block one, bitch, we gotta bum back

Drums ain't empty, bullets ain't even hit your son yet

How you think I know yo' bitch? That might not be yo' son, Jack

Ig'nant, been retarded, this ain't nothin' new to ****

I put icin' on your ho lil' booty, Toaster Strudel with it

Spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon' do with it?

Stupid, I lined your ass up and got your noodle with it

It's up, it's stuck, give no fucks, ain't no passes

That fire melt a pussy **** like he plastic

Aye, I'll bust a brick in your baby tub, savage, ****

And made a sandwich in yo' kitchen, I'm a classic, ****

I mean blassic, I'm Blood, I'm the red whoop

Talkin' out the side of yo' neck, gon' get yo' head whooped

Got the wham on the whooptie, on God, I'll blam

Knock a **** off that nag with that mag, Jackson Sam you

Faked them **** out, they thought I went on tour

I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war

I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars

Run up on the police with Dolla, smacked a **** car