Yeah, I get paid, throwin' back a hand grenade I was on the run, movin' past, right on the way, yeah And just a reminder, haters won't get you paid, yeah Done ***, focus on gettin' in your f***in' race Why the f*** you n****s even talk to me? Them doggies walk at me, but never bite at me I got a sniffin' for the witness who locked eyes with me I got the time to dig, I got the fight on me, yeah Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up F***ed up in the house and all that, yeah, tooted up Cruisin' through your block and all I see is f***in' dust Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside? Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad Yeah, okay, I don't ever miss How the f*** a comment make you tell it goes? Yeah, yeah, okay, maybe you a b***h How the f*** you let my homie bust your f***in' lip? I thought that your n****s had the child's head Why you gettin' beat up and you yellin' f*** stop? Okay, I thought that your n****s had the pose How the f*** we smokin' on your homie, Freddie Ghost? Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up F***ed up in the house and all that, yeah, tooted up Cruisin' through your block and all I see is f***in' dust Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside? Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad Woah, like I'm really, really bad Lil Uzi, b***h, don't look at me if you ain't got a fad Yeah, Lil Uzi got a big bag If I pop it, then you probably get your stick back B***h, I'm geeked up in some mansion like a kickback If I leave my drink down, they gon' try to slip that Uh, put my 40 on my hip lap I like messin' with this Merlin, I like Nickelback Let me get your p***y, I'ma scratch it Can't relax, I'm off a batch, you know you cannot match Geeked up off them Xanny bars and a couple flats Go on a hit with 2 Lee Uzis and a couple Macs Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up F***ed up in the house and all that a** tooted up Cruisin' through your block and all I see is f***in' dust Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside? Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad Your biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie blood bags Like really, really, really, really bad