It's wicked and merciless in my region
Hooligans, knuckleheads, heathens
Niggas with dark crosses
I have to stop niggas from breathing
Listen, he signaled for a fair catch
But they still hit him
Can't be half-ass hustling and catting off
Can't be loose as a porno pussy
That's how you get your head golfed
Yes sir, yes sir
For some ***-off change
Enough to buy a flying spurt
When they calling the politician
There is no competition
Blowing bitches' minds like an engine
Blowing pistons, fliffing
Smoking a Taylor to the fingernail
Holding my breath until I turn pale
Sending packages in the mail
Prepared to post bail
To catch me, they gon' put a hustler under the jail
Bavaric, not generic, man, you heard me?
Exercising calisthenics, doing burpees
Burps, buzzings, smoking, puffing
Suits and jumping, drinking, rushing
Boots and subbing, headache buffering
Loud enough to bust your pumpkin
Beating the truck loose
Beating the truck loose
Beating the truck loose
Uh, with the dramas drawn, fiends sucked up
When you can get fried like a burrito in front of the taco truck
In the inner city, no pity for healthy order sick leave
It's fluffy, it's dusty, man, Ripley won't believe it
They gnarly, they party, they hella top
Play with the fry, they gon' get burned
Let's fade, get a burpee, we gon' bust a big ass building
I don't want that stanky bitch, you can have my sloppy sass
I drink gin and vodka, stupid papa, my collar
Got away with my words, like Baracka
On the toilet, readin' the fader
Magazine with my magazine and my cater
Furs bustin', smokin', puffin', soups and jumpin'
Drinkin', rushin', boostin', subbin', headache bufferin'
Loud enough to bust your pumpkin
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Fresh up out of the parking lot, blappin'
My car is a tourist attraction
*** it, let me drop
We drink Louis shots
Play me close, I pop
Made him pay
Off with his head, he wasn't usin' it anyway
Play too much
Runnin' around talkin' tough like he can't get touch
Anybody can get touch
You name it, I didn't get it
I ain't tellin' on myself, though I never admit it
But you yellin', so that end up
I never regret it
Me and my niggas in my campfire
Ball-headed and dreaded
Heavy on the grind
That nigga name shouldn't be mentioned in the same breakfast map
Furs bustin', smokin', puffin', soups and jumpin'
Drinkin', rushin', boostin', subbin'
Headache bufferin'
Loud enough to bust your pumpkin
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the truck loose
Beatin' the track loose
We'll be right back.