So let mothers on the road swingin' at some other damn peepin' at the fuckin' clipWrite that rap a magazine, on the floor we got the clipGoin' 180, yeah you never met me, why you tryna play me?How you be so easy, never lookin' shady?Motherfuckin' hater, you burnin' up on the floorBut you're tired now we got the night, rainin' in the soulBut you got no flow, why you runnin' so slow?We touch the fuckin' ground, how you better make a sound?Scratch that motherfuckin' ground, yeah I'll never be aroundThis about to go down, get that fuckin' tongue tied*** a motherfuckin' rap, all they found wasn't ***Got the fuckin' hatchback, swingin' the houseWrite that song, bet you never that we goSlickin' with somebody though, we can never go southWrite that ***, a fuckin' bitch, we so sick of this ***Got a dealer, then we hit, watch your back, get wetWatch yourself, get a back, never think about your backIf we stay still, you got the money, got the flowTake it to a fuckin' show, burn it, take it so we knowSto-stole-stole that motha-sucker, bro, swingin' at some other ***Leapin' at the fuckin' claim, burn it, rep a magazineOn the floor, we come in clean, goin' 180, yeah you never met meWhy you tryna play me? How you be so easy, never lookin' shady?