Uh-huh, Mr. Trap House, Mr. Dope Boy, Mr. Slug Bowl Mr. Give My Pat that, uh, piss the rain off I ain't bringin' nothin' back, Mr. Coffin Hill Leave him dead for real, I got stick, put that stick in fake Ooh, he still, leave him cold and still Bitch, I'm cold for real, I'm so cold for real Also no love for real, all my life I been the hustler Pillow street, y'all n***a get that money *** these hoes, all I know is free some Stack that money, brew 110,000 daily Y'all n***a talk crazy, whip that fat up No, I'ma let that fat out Brush up, handcuff, bust up N***a be talkin' like hoes, pull up on him, then I bust up Ain't really with that torn wrestling Y'all n***a torn cut, y'all n***a really bout to cut Pull out the strap, n***a know I got that strap Yeah, I'm packin', you lackey, uh Y'all n****s ain't buy no extra, uh N***a, I'm bout to ask you I got that like I can run at you Yeah, let's see you deflect you Damn, don't know about nowhere else Don't know about nowhere else, uh, damn Ooh, okay Uh-huh, Mr. Trap House Mr. Dope Boy, Mr. Slime Ball Mr. Give My Pat that, uh, piss the rain on I ain't bringin' nothin' back, no Mr. Coffin, n***a, leave him dead for real I got stick, put that stick in your face Ooh, he still, ooh, he still I'm cold, it's still cold Bitch, I'm cold for real Watch, I'm cold for real I'm so low, love for real Uh-huh Twenty-one, Mr. Slaughter Gang Mr. Take Your Hoe Mr. Run The Train Mr. *** A Rapper, n***a, I'm Deepo, tuck your chain Got amnesia, *** your cigarette, I don't remember a thing Hit counter-row, put ten on my ride In the car, I won't outbide Twenty-one, couple n****s out here tryin' to switch sides Hit a bitch, boy, that five, pussy Gang gang, ain't on none of that friendly *** We ain't givin' high fives, fact You around here runnin' your mouth like a pussycat But you ain't got nine lives, rap Mr. Stick Talk Twenty-one, Mr. White Chalk Twenty-one, I don't need no co-sign Cause the six vouch Twenty-one, your wifey at the slaughterhouse We whippin' dicks out She suck me, then she suck my brother She got a big mouth Straight up, straight up Uh-huh Mr. Trap House Mr. Dope Bud Mr. Slug Ball Mr. Give My Pet That Mr. Rain on I ain't bringin' nothin' back Mr. Coffin Hill Leave him dead for real I got stick Put his stick in fake Ooh, he still Leave him cold and still Bitch, I'm cold for real Hearts so cold for real Also no love for real Free Free