Yeah, you ever hear somebody say something, and you think they talking about you, but you, you not quite sure, you know what I'm saying? But there ain't no way they could be talking about you. Introducing the new members of the Servant of Peace. Small World from North Cliff. Dollar Boy from Plain Circle. Here we go. Who the *** you talking to? Not me. Couldn't be me. No, not me. Three, two, one. Bitch, we been saying we just getting started with for months. Y'all been monitoring, pondering about it. How about I pull that out and compile it? I'll heat them up hot as Maui. Big Small World, North Cliff to the king. Extended clip on the jeans. Put them in a box like biscuits. I'm a Laker with clips. Get them in the lake with clips. Truth is, you a clipper with clips. Ain't ya, bitch? I'm about my looting dollars. I shoot you for looting dollars, but you lootless and dollarless. *** it, I shoot for looting dollars. I crash parties, blast with proposed hoes. I'ma have a problem like scrap if you blabbing like show hoes. Muffle your damn lips, or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff. If you don't get my damn drift, creep to your grave and leak DTP. This is your highness at his least tempered. Keep it pimping and watch. Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! I been having a bad day. The same old ***. We don't give a *** about who you is. The same old click and the same old biz. The same old flip with the same old whip. The same 4-4 with the same old clip. Half the bullets gone, the other half you can get. Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James on Rich. Bitch, you talking too much. Nigga, you a snitch. Bitch, and we don't do it like that. We do three-quarter drops and we bring a brick back. Black, don't act. Get your whole trap splat. Act. Unload and reload. We back. Black. And when them gats letting off. Red dots, loud noise. It's like a plane taking off. Dollar boy, I got the game in a cross. Make me bang at your balls for them things coming so. Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Who the *** you talking to? Not me! Couldn't be me! Nah, not me! Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick I'll give her. Ludicrous nigga, I stand and deliver. Never back down, won't shake nor shiver. *** with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River. The seven-inch tank'll put a stop to his ticker. But shotties to the body makes him drop much quicker. Yeah, I appear to be a nice little nigga. *** with anything I love and I'm a stone-cold killer. Eating off Versace, sleeping on chinchilla. Eight-figure nigga, I'm a multimiller. See me in the street, it can't get no realer. Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of Skrilla. My neighbors say my house can't get no bigger. I do good-ass business with a bad-ass temper. Please tell your bitch stop playing with my zipper. The sticker! Who the *** you talking to? Not me Couldn't be me. Nah, not me Who the *** you talking to? Not me Couldn't be me. Nah, not me Who the *** you talking to? Not me Couldn't be me. Nah, not me Who the *** you talking to? Not me Couldn't be me. Nah, not me