You're it
You're it
You're it, quitsies
Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies (Bitch)
You can't do that
Can too
Cannot, stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies
Damn, I'm 'bout to fall
My bars like a car with bad brakes, they don't stop at all
Dog dropped the top on his whip, I knocked his top off
Brand new.308, the bullets lookin' like some hot dogs
Nigga pulled a gun out on me, that wasn't smart at all
Knocked his ass out before he got to let a shot off
Caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw
A five in one pop and this bitch lookin' like hot sauce
I just left the stu' and bought a four from my auntie Lisa
Poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was Tempur-Pedic
Shit real, promoters tryna book us for a show in Cleveland
Pussy had a lil' stench on it, but the head strategic
I just drunk a whole pint, now I got amnesia
I can't remember that bitch name, but the pussy decent
Me and Mike both fucked that ho, you a pussy eater
Know she suck dick, she got big lips and crooked teefus
Me and Rio made a new wave, but they ain't keepin' up
Bang Dumb and Dumb3r out your shit and fuck the speakers up
Plug pulled up on me yesterday, threw a key in the truck
Bro, I think this crazy bitch outside, she keyin' your truck
Don't lie to me, baby, just be upfront
Unc' slid down in somethin' with the big B in the front
Passed up all you rap niggas, now we in the front
Got his ho on tip, suckin' dick, pourin' lean in cups
Drop a nigga like I just made him pee in a cup
Cookie strong as fuck, I just put Hercules in a blunt
Smoke seven grams of Berner Cookie, now I'm seekin' Runtz
Pop a nigga on a Friday night and fuck his weekend up
Me and Mike be on some stupid shit
Muzzle on the chop, that bitch sound like it's pootin' and shittin'
Pull up to the courthouse with a Glock, they losin' the witness
Hit him two times in his head, he pooed in his britches
Stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies
Cannot, triple stamped it, no erasies, touch blue, make it true
No, no, you can't triple stamp a double stamp
You can't triple stamp a double stamp, Lloyd
You can't triple stamp a double stamp
Lloyd, Lloyd (Guys)
Oh, y'all thought it's over?
Pop a nigga, stuff him in a box, now he claustrophobic
Young dog don't sip lean no more, but he often roll it
Caught an opp slippin' at the light and he lost composure
Now we in a different bag
Got some head and scratched off on her and gave her whiplash
Rio poured up a cream soda until it looked black
Young nigga fuckin' on my old teacher from gym class
I just scored a glass pint of red, you drinkin' SlimFast
Fuck her good since me and bro been in a gym bag
Really plugged in, fuck a pint, I got a script pad
My coke plug stay in Texas, met him at 6 Flags
I got that shit on me
Nigga think we finna throw the hands, I whipped out stick on him
Shot him more than twenty-some times and dropped the clip on him
Four eights of red, that's two pints, I got a fifth on me
