so hearing that any nigga out cook me
is suspect as r. kelly with girl scout cookies
when you talkin' to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie
you niggas must of heard me wrong
i blame them horses when i turn that porche turby on
my engine gettin' his kentucky derby on
with the body movement of a turbion
it's been a hectic year so i sit and get fried
call the weed electric chair
her and my dick just became b-f-f's
then i threw her out like jazzy j-e-f-f
you dicks belong in latex
you can't see me neither can the flunkies under you
more like guerrilla though
nick name funeral got that from this killer flow
big money on deck like a rods next to bat
somebody contact the tabloids
i'm a big deal like a contract from bad boy
my swag plays a big part so it's all gravy
we hit the club like nino in the c-m-b
let them cameras expose you
the worst that can happen is a amber rose you
people runnin' up like damn
throw it in the bag in the recession
nadia and i be finger poppin' her
keep that bitch comin' like blakka
go to yo head like a shot of vodka
rocka sick fit call a doctor
you think i had a gucci deal