| Aye |
| Man, man |
| I’m t’d off juice and xan |
| I don’t know you lil' mans |
| Got this lil' deuce-deuce in my pocket, in these Nudie pants |
| My plug up on a band |
| I gotta meet him there |
| So I don’t do shorts, don’t do deals, it’s either here or there |
| My bitch don’t like new niggas |
| Say they gone get me caught |
| Say, «fuck with them, you gone catch records."'07 Randy Moss |
| I touch her redskin, then I jet |
| Boy I’m Santana Moss |
| Wait, let me pop like four more pills |
| Them old ones wearing off |
| Boy, who the fuck is you? |
| You ain’t no one nine seven |
| What stain you rep? |
| Who chain you grip? |
| It’s looking ugly, yessir |
| I take yo' shit, won’t bring that back |
| Boy I’m no Devin Hester |
| That bitch left me, fake like that hurt |
| Boy I’m just like a wrestler |
| I talk my shit like none other |
| Finesse this shit like none other |
| Fuck around, make you rob yo' brother |
| I’m on it |
| Man they got me T’d |
| Don’t tell me no fucking rules |
| We don’t do those |
| Remember I said that’s why I dropped outta school |
| You gotta listen bitch, don’t make me show this attitude |
| You like, «this why all yo friends be fucking mad at you?» |
| I’m just too smart for mu’fuckas but that don’t matter dude |
| I’m just 18, they said I’m dumb but that’s what xanax do |
| Well I pop X |
| Don’t be this stubborn to the devil wanna dance with dude |
| Finessed a close friend |
| I didn’t feel anything |
| I knew since then that it don’t matter if you kin to me |
| Instead of ghost, get Scooby-Doo to solve this mystery |
| You sick? Well this black-market magic is the remedy |
| I talk my shit like none other |
| Finesse this shit like none other |
| Fuck around, make you rob yo' brother |
| I’m on it |