When Come To The Doors Yall Bitches Is going Home..
Cause You Know We Chugging Our 40oz And We Geting Blown..
Bitches Around The World And Avenues You Already Know..
We Spitting Weights On Text With All Heavy Flows..
YA Flow Is Wack And those Cops Won't Let Me Hold My Gats..
Im Blowing You Back.. Cuz I Know Ya Not Knowning The Rap..
Check The Scriptures.. Cuz Ill Deck Ya Mister..
Smack Ya With Camers So U Can Get The picture
When I Was Little I Was Still A Drunk..
People Said They Don't Feel This Punk..
But I Didnt Give A Damn Just Kept Writing..
Kept Fighting And Always Let The Tech Sniping..
Cuz When I Spit I Spit Nutting But Hot flames..
I top Dames.. Shit Yall Know That I Got fame..
ANd Im Not Being Sarcastik Like My Name..
Shit All These New Cats Biting its a Shame..
Bitches talking Shit Like This Faggot Dank..
Cause Whooping Ya Ass Would Be A Tragik Spank..
