Hrr, hrr, ha
Know what I'm sayin'? Know it's the [?] ting
Blew up, headed to the second charge
know what I'm sayin'? (Ha)

Watch how I get off the label, woah
Watch how I turn this table, woah
I'm 'bout to burn this paper, woah
Watch how I turn the TV off, woah
I'm 'bout to cut this cable, woah
These niggas sing Celine Dion, woah
I gotta kill shit on my own
Crank the Lamborghini up, woah
Smokin' on 'Scotti, beam me up, woah
Don't know where I'm at, they need to know, woah
I'm smashin' the baddie, leave me alone, woah

I'm up to no good, don't call my phone, woah
I'm fetchin' that bitch for the bone, woah
I'm sendin' the hit, Al Capone, woah
I got a list, tick 'em off, woah
You play with a shark, that's a no-no
You sleep with a fish for sure, huh
I'm back on a mission for sure
Oh, you back with a mission for sure, uh
You back with a plan for sure, ho
You back on thеm Xans for sure, huh
You back with a check for sure, ho
You back in an еx for sure, uh
You posin' a threat for sure, ho
You back with the tech for sure, hrr, phew
You back on that bull, fuck truth, uh
You back on the ends with the crew (Huh)
You back with the work for the troop (Huh)
You back on that FIRST DEGREE too (Huh)
You back goin' brazy on them fools (Huh)
You seen that baddie on her move?
She got her hands on her body like masseuse
She got her hands on her body like a nurse
I think she a surgeon, the shank inside her purse
I tell her, "Hit her, " she hittin' where it hurts
I make her marry him, then we get him murked
I caught a wave and her label didn't surf
Bring him to the sand, push him in the dirt
Murder talk, yeah, it's murder time
Need a clothing line, I'm puttin' faces on shirts, phew
For sure, you back on the tap? For sure, huh
You back talkin' smack for sure? For sure
Maybach, back of the back, push up
Oh, you back goin' crazy? For sure
Oh, you back on the main? For sure
Oh, you smackin' a lame? For sure
You back with the pain? For sure

Watch how I get off the label, woah
Watch how I turn this table, woah
I'm 'bout to burn this paper, woah
Watch how I turn the TV off, woah
I'm 'bout to cut this cable, woah
These niggas sing Celine Dion, woah
I gotta kill shit on my own
Crank the Lamborghini up, woah
Smokin' on 'Scotti, beat me up, woah
Don't know where I'm at, they need to know, woah
I'm smashin' the baddie, leave me alone, woah

Ha, for sure, haha
Hahaha, for sure