Intro 
Ayy, ayy, ayy, X, you mothafuckin' slap

Verse 1: ? 
I'm the master, I'm the boss, I'm the sensei 
And?you?was kissin' on?that bitch, how my dick taste? 
I?threw some fifties on the bus, now I'm in shape 
And I done got my muscle up, but I don't lift weights 
You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes 
Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the [?] face 
And nigga, you're off, you keep the streets, I love to get paid 
And I don't fuck with Android, I need the [?]

Verse 2: ? 
Nigga, you end up missed off a mistake 
And we the only reason broke niggas skip states 
Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame 
If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake 
5'10", but stand tall like I'm 6'8" 
Turn her to a super freak, like I'm Rick James 
And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains 
Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I'm in six lanes (Bitch)

Verse 3: ? 
Grind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused 
Hand on the trigger, see your sucker, I'ma blow it 
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em 
Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don't condone it 
Moncler on, winter time, when it's snowin' 
We ain't cuffin' hoes, get that lick then let my bro hit 
Got her pussy wet off these words, I'm a poet 
But if she got hair on that pussy, I don't want it 
Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen 
I just strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin' 
Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden 
Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra 
Got right dick, then that big body yolkin' 
Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin' 
Hit it from the back, leave her fuckin' back broken 
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em

Verse 4: ?
Nigga, you can get your ass shot tryna act hard
I just took the dub in the backyard
Never leave the stick, nigga, that part
And I know that you a bitch nigga at heat
Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the po
Send brody on that skit, told 'em up her soul
Don't put your love in that bitch, that cum and go
Send some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled
High as fuck behind the wheel with no control
Put that Corvette in track, I'm switchin' modes
Couldn't keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron
And I don't smoke woods, just joints and cones
Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug
On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum
All my niggas up in sticks, we don't go ones
SOB, RBE, it's the gang or none