[Intro]
Talk down, yuh
Aye, aye, yuh
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a f*ckin' saw
I got my gun c*cked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the f*ckin' wall
b*tch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a f*ckin' silver Jaguar
Skirt off in a demon, that's a fast car
Race off in this b*tch, like it's NASCAR
Do this on the weekends, I'm a trapstar
I'm a rockstar, I'm a wokstar
Soft ass pus*y, why you talk hard
Actin' like the ops, who you, Paul Blart?
All you f*ckin' own, is a boxcar
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a f*ckin' saw
I got my gun c*cked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the f*ckin' wall
b*tch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll