i'm so fly i defy gravity
ask your bitch why she in my grill like a cavity
interior like a show room
with them goons in back of me
i attend what they call the og academy
my chick strategy is try to flip the salary
choppa hit you automatically
'tis probably why they hatin'
i don't fuck with pigs but i'm bringin' home the bacon
got more greens than that pga golf tour
i work my fork like my starch is faultless
that's why i got more work than the unemployment office
my dough stretches like laffy taffy
i'm surrounded by the bread like ham
joc keep a bad bitch and a bad friend
i'm talkin' 'bout that heavy metal
either one that i bust up into them fragments
i talk the seventh letter of the alphabet
when them cats screams fall don't turn other beat
put my hands in them drawers with them alligator seats
when their 8's on their feet
i have them countin' sheep
respect it when you see it or i beat up mc