So let mothers on the road swingin' at some other damn peepin' at the fuckin' clip
Write that rap a magazine, on the floor we got the clip
Goin' 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 floor
But you're tired now we got the night, rainin' in the soul
But 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 around
This about to go down, get that fuckin' tongue tied
*** a motherfuckin' rap, all they found wasn't ***
Got the fuckin' hatchback, swingin' the house
Write that song, bet you never that we go
Slickin' with somebody though, we can never go south
Write that ***, a fuckin' bitch, we so sick of this ***
Got a dealer, then we hit, watch your back, get wet
Watch yourself, get a back, never think about your back
If we stay still, you got the money, got the flow
Take it to a fuckin' show, burn it, take it so we know
Sto-stole-stole that motha-sucker, bro, swingin' at some other ***
Leapin' at the fuckin' claim, burn it, rep a magazine
On the floor, we come in clean, goin' 180, yeah you never met me
Why you tryna play me? How you be so easy, never lookin' shady?