Coop Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff I don't gotta do too much This shit speaking for itself Vintage Ricky when I step I'm stepping all on bitches' necks I step, step, step step I step step step Step just like you want this shit My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6 Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me Think she confused she smoking dick I'm a dirty bird bitch I touch the green like Michael Vick I step, step Real Atlanta bitch you know that Bitch I'm from the 4 me and the hood go back like four flats Nigga calling asking where I'm at like he with 4batz I'm in Onyx finna make it rain without a forecast Huh 'Cause ain't no bitch telling me nothing Huh Bitches ain't on nothing bitch ain't talking about nothing Here go 10k for your troubles shout out to my momma Do a nigga bad I think I get that from my father I got hot shit in the vault it heat up like a sauna No time for a nigga tryna come and bust my bubble Bitch say she the queen I hope she ready for that royal rumble Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff I don't gotta do too much This shit speaking for itself Vintage Ricky when I step I'm stepping all on bitches' necks I step, step, step step I step step step step Step just like you want this shit My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6 Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me Think she confused she smoking dick Lil bro must be confused he must had felt that switch Treat the Glock like a Bayblade rip 'em Hollow tip that boy punching his liver Hotbox the whip with a 223 I'm a manic they saying drill wouldn't hit 'em On the west where I'm from but them niggas be bums so I went to the east with the killers Drake puncher his lung he was dissing in songs but I'm Mr. hop out and go get 'em Aye caught a ass 'cause them fuck boys tried me Beef they ain't 'bout it they play they gone D.I.E. Talking 'bout alphabet bra where the K at Fine shit bend over whip out the latex They can't step I know Drake can 12 come hide the pap inside the Sprayground See a opp eatcha beatcha like some takeout I brought the knife out Slaughter E gang Slaughter So many shots leave a fuck nigga brain lose Before we had G ride we slide off the Mongus They think it's a game 'til that boy seen the grave Told SMJ show 'em what the fucking belt do Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff I don't gotta do too much This shit speaking for itself Vintage Ricky when I step I'm stepping all on bitches' necks I step, step, step step, I step step step step Step just like you want this shit My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6 Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me Think she confused she smoking dick