Oh, it's like thatHawk, I thought you told them niggas to back backThey left the mic too close, so I smashed the trackOops, I didn't think I should do it like thatI did, I did, and I say bam, manI mean, damn, I done got good in my black C-loadI say man, man, like D-loadI say bam, man, I mean, damnI done got good in my black C-loadI say man, man, like D-loadI say bam, man, I mean, damnI done got good in my black C-loadI say man, man, like D-loadI got boys like Paparoo that we knowAnd y'all don't wanna play around with the liquor flowNigga done dropped the mic soS-Pump Daddy, I'm a bad boyI got about 400 ThundercatsAnd they call us them Jag boysRaw and uncut like dopeI have boys jumping around like they ropesI knowThat child would think that I was the dopestI brought them heaven jumping around like a churchman with the Holy GhostestAnd that's more than oneBoys is playing around like I ain't more than one gunPages vibrating and gotta wait, sonI mean, who is this?Oh, there's some niggas at the shoulderTalk about nigga KiataYou gotta go ahead and go, so I'ma go ahead and go, thoughI still got about five minutes flow, thoughI still gotta shut down and wreck the flowLike I'm finna wreck me a freestyle show, though100% freestyleY'all boys that know that we crunkRaw, uncut, downhill, we wildTold these boys I'm wired upI'm boom, ticka, tickaBoom, ticka, tickaBoom, ticka, ticka, fired upAnd niggas stayin' playing games, boyY'all boys is sick, broke offIn the ditch, in the garbage lane, lame, boyI'm off the chain, boyI'm like a, uh, bicycle, bike, a car, a planeI mean, I'm off the track, I train, boyAnd niggas still playin' aroundI mean, it's like a stick-upI mean, like, A-ball to MJG and Aiden to lay, to lay it downThese boys still stickin' around, they ain't stickin' to the subjectI freeze to use, excuse me, a mic check, I might interrupt itLike, break a, uh, mic check, break a, break a, in a Bentley truckAnd ride around, wreck through, wreck through, club, make a, make a, like it's closed downY'all boys really don't wanna go downI got the lowdown on a showdown, finna put the 4-4 down, uhI got a home in Tokyo, uhI just got a new hype man, my new hype man, Walt Disney, his name is PinocchioAsk him, ask him, do it below hydroHe told me no, but you know I'm PinocchioLie, his nose start to grow, oh noSolo, solo, I'm doin' it bigI'm takin' over the whole Southwest like my name was Derek DiggsNiggas see me, they see me, they see me, they see meNiggas who didn't know I had a Freestyle Lotus, Freestyle QuotasI done told y'all I'm the dopestNigga who got the back, I, I put down the smack like the rockHave a nigga runnin' around lookin' for 12-gauge in the millimetersLike 9-millimeter, what if I was a 10-millimeterWhat if I had 10 Jaguars speedin' and slingin' down the speedersMy prayer, my prayer to GodGod, I hope that these boys have to, have to find outYachty, yachty real hardSmash, smash boulevardI break, I break tall buildingsLike, like Marvin Gaye, I'm a, I'm a sexual killerAnd I'm a freestylerStyle, C-H-A-M-PMost, most of these niggas out there know meI'm on, I'm on the cover of the new PorscheIn New York, drivin' the streets in a new sauceI said, I said it backwards so y'all could fix your mindI fix my time, stop, rewindBreak, break tape decks, I put them in checkI put them, I put them in channel setsExpressions cut, king cuts and baguettesMan, I wreck so hard I make the mics sweat, sweatBut the crowd really wasn't ready yetBooyaka, check it, check it outEvery time I wreck, we flowThey talk about Yachty going hard, wrecking me soI make them bouncer, lay it, lay it downMic check up, I connect the shakerWho wants the next, I, I see a hater come and hit them with the shotgunDrop one, and I make them pop, pop when I'm hot, sonYou can ask the son, hit me on www.hotmail.comI'm a bad nigga, aka the Jag niggaMy wrist not broke, nope, I'm not a fag niggaI can break a niggaShake a nigga, ass bramDown here in the dirty, nigga, we don't give a damnAlready, I still chop like machetePeanut butter, mix it up and put it with the jellyJam, jam, down here they call me the manWoo-wee, motherfucker, goddamn, bad, bad boyAnd I ride on butter, lil' baller, I'm a mother, m-m-m-motherfuckerI tell ya, run, boy, you better run, boy, runDon't make a, make a Houston nigga pull his motherfuckin' gunRun, run, boy, you betta run, boy, runDon't make a * pull his fuckin' gun, gunRun, run, boy, you betta run, boy, runDon't make hew and bam pull the motherfuckin' gunRun, boy, you betta run, boy, runDon't make us pull a motherfuckin' gunCan I use a ten-shot shooter?Used to buzz a Ruger, nine millimeter glock with a infrared beamerTalk, talk, slick my nigga, I'ma put one to yaPapi papi squeeze it, throw his ass in the river!Gun toda, a mouse sipper, a corporate platinum card userBig money flipper, millennium bench driverGuess I'm the *, keep a bitch with a bad figureThe sip licker, listen, number one, bussa bussaStraight dome crusher, kin kin, red stripe GuinnessBeer drinker, chronic abuser, show headlinerTwo stripper low, nothing less, can't driveTry test the AK, number one, black bleedListen now, temperature run hotterThe pussy in pharma, try turn me over, turn stateWitness to bring down the rooster, soWhy, why, why, oh, you try to come and test meTest me, meWhy, why, oh, why, oh, you try to come and test mePaparoo and bamWhy, why, oh, why, oh, you try to test this outside, *Ha ha, *Why, why, oh, why, oh, you try to come test meYo, yoYoYoHoney, like pennies, you find a big face on my flowVia a rap and a paper stacking, cause I'm coldPass the damn air phone* like me gon' just wreck like Jerome, damn, damn, MalayaUnderstand a whole layerBricklayer, you see me, the new majorPit the, pit the flow laws, I'm the mayorNo damn, damn hoes hit up me on my pagerOh no, I'll raid yaDon't give, don't give a damn, a * be tripping, giving game, that persuaderYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoTo blow sweets and pop a pillMight come through, get hoes and feel some thrillsMight have them sucking domeAnd a motherfucker be getting on it onCause I'd never be aloneGot the chrome on my sideBlack on my back and I don't give a damnA * hiding drunk off a yak*, what a shoot, * shooterSix, he, he, heaterAnd though I, though I be tripping and when I might beat yaOld, old, don't need yaFoot to the sneakerOn these damn streets and then I heat it upAnd the, and the flow is mine, it's 9-0I let boys know I just go get the 100And I don't give a *, I'm feeling something, no frontingBlowing the blunts, letting niggers know I'm pulling the stuntsAnd knock out your frontGive a damn, I put in a *, a *A *, what?Outta in the carNiggers, niggers know a * don't be trippingBut get everything, everything I wantOld, I be starting itLet niggers know if niggers be trippingAnd that's to get the parting windOld, I be starting itA * get to bustAin't tripping, ain't no interruptionPass it to my *