[Verse One: DJ.FOOTLONG]
You motherf*cker
I came in the cut like a deli
Got b*tches vibrating my cellie
They present the pus*y I murder that sh*t like I’m Melly
I already know that you feel me
Jack the Ripper how I kill beats
I got the strap, I grip it while I roam the streets
I got the bag and dished it to the homies
I feel like a mac worth a milly, Rest in Peace
Play the track back for the intricacy
This sh*t is essential like vitamin C
I’m giving your mama that vitamin D
Every time I pull up she says please don’t leave
She look like Madonna, she call me big papa, she know I’m gon’ pop off, so she gon’ slob on my knob ‘til I la di da di
Then I beat up the pus*y like Ronda Rousey
Then I pull out and dip cause the head was lousy
[Bridge: DJ.FOOTLONG]
Bo' Gro' don't play games, b*tch
[Verse Two: ESCO]
Both of us jokers but this sh*t ain’t funny
We'll goof it up w you, still stealing your money
Still stealing your girlies
You’re dressing too bummy
How come your girl say she feel it in her tummy?
Shout out play boi carti sh*ts hurting my stummy
Sixty nine with your b*tch, Billy, you dummy
We’re out on the field, you’re a water boy ugly
You are so cute, you’re a b*tch, you’re a puppy
Bo' Gro' pull up to your crib wearing polo
We’re moving too fast, seems like y’all stuck in slow mo'
And didn’t you know that the cocoa in your b*tches nose hole is Esco's? That sh*t is not free bro how you gone repay all that back? Oh you do not know?
You’re like "Oh no though he’s going Sicko Mode"
I’ll beat your ass up, knock you down you a Bozo
I’ll choke you out cold, that’s an Eskimo chokehold
You b*tch
[Outro: DJ.FOOTLONG]
Bo' Gro' don't play games, hoe
Bo' Gro' don't play games, b*tch
(huh, huh, huh, huh)