F.B. go crazyF.B. produce it all in heatF.B. go crazyPut the Coombs Sports Moth in the beat of the roadHe was supposed to be a well-known jointToo he told, no you can't use my blickGo get your own, I was dissing on the netBut what the * they on? I really put that * onEvery motherfucking fit, I done * a nigga bitchAnd that nigga had a fitGive a * what a broke nigga say, I'm richIf y'all really hate us that much, the niggas don't exist* around, get popped upFor stepping on my kicks, why the * he popping it?Boss Kissy never did, told the bitch if she leaveThen it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain'tEither way, I'm at the bankCounty JLC, CB, what a shameThem niggas hood like 10-DThat * vacantCourt room, he said everythingI smell bacon* around, get put up on the newsCloud chasingBitch, I got big racks* around, get bitch slappedTold him he can have his bitch backGot a bitch, nigga big, madYou can go and ask the opsBitch, my aim on pointWhy you have to bring me up to * the bitch?That's annoyingI'ma walk and lickBut niggas know I ain't going for itDon't argue bout skits with me, gotta score some more* around, put a up in the leafAnd puff, puff, passSlide through and switch up everythingDon't make us madTold her you can suck itWhile I driveDon't make me cryTold the homies I'm just lying, boyI'm W from ChrisWe was sliding around with four blocksThe freak came out after four shotsBitch got up on her kneesGave me slotTopScreaming you a trophyWhen you knowing that you notQuit capping by the shoesCause a rack500 for the jeansAll the bitches get to staringWhen I pop up on the scenePark up and bounce outMad face looking meanDo you think cause a nigga got racked?This * sweetBitch, you * with some demonsWe had slide all weekBitch looked at my wristShe said, yeah, that ain't cheapI can tell by the way she shaking assShe a freakHit her with this cribThen have her grabbing on them sheetsI just * a nigga, man, hoSent that bunk bitch to the storeHe ain't come around cause he toldNigga run up on me, then he bowedIf that's really your broThen stop posting R.I.P.And go spend for himTold the bunk bitch, get out my wayI ain't sent for youHopped up in a sports coupe thingThrew some 10 on itHe said, I'm not a trophyWhen you can't bet your bitch on itHow I feel today?I might just * her and put on Rick OwensShe used to be a top-ranked bitchNow she big-holingPulling up to the parkIt's suicidal, niggas critched on herThat boy easy callAll I do is put a bitch on meAfter he squabbledTold a nigga where his dick on meBetter calm downHe been shot with a Big 40