F.B. go crazyF.B. go crazyF.B. produce all the heatToo much of a joint, told the basic bitch, get backGot my wrist on point, cut my wrist on pointWhen he talk, all I hear is oink, working with the pitch* around, get rolled up in his joint, or a loose leafCouple niggas, maggots, I'm importantWhy you mad? * her, kicked her out the next morningNow she's at Balenciaga, kids you can't affordCause they cuss around, you kept sneak dissing on the appAnd that's what got him whackI didn't join it up, I'm top three, top three in L.A.Don't compare no average nigga to me, don't compare him to meIt's like 20 racks up in my jeans, what the * do you mean?Told the freak, bitch will do her thing, she sucking in meBad bitch want me to park it, park itBut I remember back when I was just a poor kidMan, nigga always talking, talkingThen you check his stats and you ain't never did *Then you * his bitch, now you wanna kill *Niggas cry, niggas cry, niggas cryI'm tripping baggers, but again, you supposed to drill *If you really wanna get active, well stop sliding with little *If a nigga make me mad, then I'ma * his little bitch* around and beat that block upBeat that block upBeat that block upBeat that block upTold the freak, bitch to arch it upBitch, arch it upAnd if it's up, told them niggas leave it stuckToo much of a joint, told the basic bitch get backGot my wrist on point, got my wrist on pointWhen he talk, all I hear is oink, working with the pig* around, get rolled up in his joint, or a loose leafCouple niggas, maggots, I'm importantWhy you mad? * her, kicked her out the next morningNow she's at Balenciaga, kids you can't affordCause they cuss aroundAnd you kept sneak dissing on the air, and that's what got him wetYeah, and that's what got him gone24-5 on the top, * going onI don't like to sneak ***, if it ain't directBut they ain't respect meI don't even know how many diamonds on my necklaceBitches, I already hit, you got them on your top tenBaby, for the rapping, I was really out here flockingYeah, like, bitch, give it upI'm with X-Fo getting chicken, you can't sleep with usYeah, like, nah, for realI'm really getting dope, I ain't had a sign of dealHeard you tripping on these bitches, heard they got youin your feelsThat can never be me, Mr. Give a Bitch the chillsMr. Give a Bitch the chillsOnce I'm Raphael, I'm spitting 30, I'm for realI'm always poppin' it, I didn't know the dealAll I told her, talk, don't get the ass killedToo much of a jointGet backToo much of a jointLet me produce all the heatWhat a bitch, what a bitchLet's leaveBop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bopTalk to her in LAI'm with Bravo getting chicken, you can't sit with us