Oo-wee, finally I'm back in the studio with a professional microphone
I've been recording in the trenches for these past two weeks
I ran up a twenty, 'bout a good thirty ball, though haha, uh, oo-wee
Six on ya' with the shoulder strap
Pop, pop, pop in a nigga hands, make [?] clap
Snitches got a new way to tell, they wearin' shoulder taps
Shoot him in his collar, his bone pop out his shoulder cap
Rappers tellin' bald headed lies, lil' nigga hold your cap
You bullshittin', you a cat like a lil' kitten
We send chopper shells over fences, like badminton
If a nigga steps his shoes on my Bapes, that's an ass kickin'
I grew up in a house where for dinner was cold biscuits
And a Playstation 2 for Christmas was bold wishes
What the fuck can a shark do in water with no fishes
But starve after swimming for hours, and drown senseless
It's funny how they jump in the comments and talk vicious
But in real life they clock in they job and wash dishes
My bitches take pictures for money and drive business
Your bitches drink beer with her friends and fry chicken
Now grab a gun and shoot if you aim with your eyes twitchin'
I never fuck with snakes, all you niggas gon' die switchin'
The Maybach black and it's wide, like the S.W.A.T. built it
Beat the case for every check that I merked, like a cop killed it
Whats good, oo-wee
Son, haha
Ayo, the fuckin' science nigga
Fuck outta' here, oo-wee
