[Verse 1: bryuk]
f*ck your b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Pull up through in my f*cking truck
I came through with about five b*tches
And I now I got too many that I can't even
f*ck 'em all, yo f*ck 'em all
Talking about my haters, yeah f*ck 'em all
Came through with your b*tch I was hanging at the mall
Then I came through said "Yo Jordan gotta ball"
Ball on these b*tches I don't give a f*ck
I am snitching on snitches
b*tches, these snitches get stitches
And then if you got itches I'll be your scratch
Scratch that, scratch ticket
Slap you on the ass, b*tch it's
Just what I do when I doing my thing
Pull up on your b*tch ass, uh
Hit you with that sh*t, that's right (Straight up!)
f*cking on your b*tch until
The motherf*cking morning
I don't give a f*ck if
The neighbors wake cause she moaning
Way too loud b*tch, shut your mouth
Keep it down, cause you know
Everybody sleeps light in this town
Cause there's someone with a gun
Trying to get at their back
Probably for cooking up the crack
Your sh*t sounds whack
I f*ck up some sh*t
Then I f*ck your f*cking b*tch
Came through with the 9 mm
I'm about to get the heater
Heat this sh*t up
Hit this sh*t out of the park
Like Derek Jeeter
On my Sutherland like Kiefer, b*tch
[Verse 2: HG $hellz]
HG $hellz cooking out the bando
Got a bandana on my head
Like I'm f*cking Rambo
Everybody knows that I love my kinfolk
But If you're not blood
Man, I'll show you to your sinful self
I am a relic to the people
Who wanna get down in the club
I got a bug, the jitter feeling
In my glitter, David Bowie shoutout
Uh yo yo yo man
Still trapping, and cooking
Cooking 'round the bando
I got mad baking soda
You don't even know the flavor
Of my rhyme, of my rhyme
I rap all of the time
I got b*tches on my grind
They jocking they slopping on my di*k
They want it all of the time
I got mad shots
For all of these homies who are hating
Bro you're skating on thin ice
Man, you're masturbating
I'm the j*rk off who j*rks off
To no one I get pus*y
Like I'm f*cking Atilla the Hun
Everyone that messes me will get it
Messes with me, I meant
f*cking forget it
[Verse 3: Young Dan]
Young Dan on the track
Juicy J
Rolling J's up on this b*tch
Going off without a hitch
I better be on pitch
Or this producer's gonna be p*ssed
Slapping the b*tches and jocking the hoes
Slapping the b*tches and macking on mo'
Money, uh, uh
Does it sound like I know what I'm rapping about?
A Casa de Bryuk production