Look, these hoes real crook, they're mad shook And none of them ***in' with Simi None of them ***in' with me You see me one T cap like a key Please give a scoreboard, I'ma top it I tackle these bitches and they cannot stop it On the T, yo, I'm the top it Get off the net, go fill up your pockets None of them on me, bitch, I be pretty But rap like I'm ugly, once I got the crown, they ain't takin' that from me Easy bitches by my side, they shoot for me Hide your nigga cause he might take his money Bitches be gas, no chemicals, my girl, she high for everywhere I misbehave, I ain't sensible I talk my grease cause I'm credible First I get the money, then I skate I ain't good with numbers but I ape Yo, your money small like my waist Come join the team and get cake I'ma skip all of them hoes in the lunch line Till them rap hoes, they crunch time And when I show up, it be run time, cause I want mine Walk through on your block, sis You know they flop, bitch All of my niggas, all of my bitches They be the plug like a socket Wait, comin' straight for that crown I beg a bitch to block it Yeah, my bad if my breath weird I'm speakin' that hot *** I step in your party, get lit, *** They know that I'm a big crip Bitch, and if I back it, I go sick, sick If I wave it, then you pissed, yeah They call me M-O-S-T Yeah, yeah, they won't know me And your girl, she won't be I bend her over, then I beat that pussy I tear it apart in the sheet I threw a Xan, yeah, *** I'm Peter Pan, *** I just ran me through some bands Five on my feet, man, they know I'm the man Two on my wack, you *** around, they gon' slap I talk wild, I get you act, ha We gon' pull up at your gaff, slap Brutal to man, then we dash I know that's a cat, big cat They don't know facts, uh Free bro out the can I know that he mad, but yes, he seen bad, uh I talk cause he feel us, yes, just peace out your head I know that you mad, yeah But when you come back, you got racks I promise you, bro, that you know that's a fact And I still bang on my pig, and they know that I'm famous But, bro, they are raking, uh I remember all the niggas in my hood They told my ass I wouldn't make it, uh Now I'm running through these bands, yeah, yeah Running through these bands, uh I know that all these niggas, yeah, they mad Yeah, yeah, yeah, they mad, ha Pussy niggas, man, it's sad Pussy niggas, man, it's sad