Ha, ha, it's him or this bitch again
Ha, ha, he, no, he, he has about four for the win
Ha, ha, what he say?
Ha, baby, ha, I done jumped live again
Ha, ha, DJ, what he say?
Ha, ha, it's him or this bitch again
Ha, ha, he, no, he, he has about four for the win
Ha, ha, what he say?
Ha, baby, ha, I done jumped live again
Ha, ha, DJ, what he say?
Ha, I done jumped live again from ancient bitch
So get a *** on this dick, you take it quick
Baby girl, what you talking about? Come face to her
Ha, new flow, let me switch it up
Ha, baby girl, what you doing on me?
Hey, showing that you is a freak
Ha, *, daddy can't go down on me
Ha, baby girl, you a clown, I'll see
Hey, dumb bitch want me to go down
Ha, like Tony don't know you, get around
Tony don't know you, get around

Hey, I'm rich, bitch, I can tell you I'm flying upside down
Hey, your last name is a clown, can you take your ass around?
Hey, light hair, fame, I got to pay soaps
Hey, baby girl, I love my case
I'm possessive with my Glock, like Xbox with Halo
When Cripple show up, even Superman gon' lay low
Ha, Cripple business
* shots, set a nigga wig with the quittin' this
I do smack cuffs, it's smoking like the witness
Finna pull up, * you up, niggas, bitches
Ha, they just saying * like the way that I move
I barely * with them, y'all don't * with no girl
Already said what I was gon' do, already said what I was gon' do
Cock my gun, I don't give a *, I don't give a *
I'm back, boom, boom, shots at them dudes
Ha, it's someone, this bitch again
Ha, he, no, he ain't about to fall for the wind
Ha, what he say, baby, ha, I ain't gonna lie
But get in on it, ha, ha, DJ, what do you say?
Ha, it's someone, this bitch again
Ha, he, no, he ain't about to fall for the wind
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
What he say, huh, baby, huh, I ain't a gentleman, but yeah, you know
Huh, huh, DG, what he say, huh
It's the one on Greg Street, bitch, I eat goats
They call me greedy, but these freaks want a deep throw
These niggas turn around the wave like a speedboat
I'm on they motherfuckin' neck like a peacoat
I drop a bag and get a chip, they call me Cheeto
Still be in the motherfuckin' field like a cleat
Coach from the sideline, tell the steppers I don't need toes
I pull a pussy nigga car like Repo
I'm that car, not a car, I've been scarred by the yard
Had to squad pretty hard, feelin' like I'm goin' hard on the bars
I'm a pull-up, baby, Lokes dumpin' on you with the straps like a pull-up
From the 30 to the Greg, throw your motherfuckin' hood up
Dust town to dirt game, we don't keep the pistols put up
Puttin' bitches on the blade, more than I'ma put a statement on Greg
They like, Bob, you ain't greedy, need to do a whole tape on Greg
Huh, huh, it's him or this bitch again
Huh, huh, DG, no, eh, yeah, it's about four for the win
Huh, huh, what he say, huh, baby, huh, I ain't a gentleman, but yeah, you know
Huh
Huh, huh, it's him or this bitch again
Huh, huh, DG, no, eh, yeah, it's about four for the win
Huh, huh, what he say, huh, baby, huh, I ain't a gentleman, but yeah, you know
Huh
Huh
DG, what he say, huh