Tommy Comet Vigz did the beat, so you know he make it nasty Yeah! Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it [?], SRT, hunt them (Rah) (Vroom) Uh-uh, oh-oh, bae I bet you got that good stuff Bitch you got that good stuff Yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff And she a hood hoe, heard she stay off Melrose (Lauderdale) I done seen things that make your head spin I exercise [?], my face feel like Rick White bitches treat me like Dr. Umar Johnson I'ma need your conscience while you in the cockpit, you gotta- Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (You wanna) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bitch, you better) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Yeah, yeah, you better) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas) Pop lock and drop it, pop lock and drop it Bitch, 'til you break the socket, if your home alone call me I feel like Macaulay Culkin, bitch you actin' stood, stop it Fuck round throw a drank on you, you would wear a cape for a [?] I go berserk, all the Percs and Amphetamine Bitch, you turn pussy like a Animorph, you thought I couldn't read I'm on ten, off the lease, bout' to get the green Forty-three, to the enemy, [?] energy High-stepper, murderer, body-killa' Growing-Godzilla, heat-seeker, shot-sender God-killer, Big God-hand Femto Yeah, the ice-wearer, they skated on me, go figure Blunt to my lips, chrome on my chest Gun on my hip, prone to fuck shit Unloading my clip, aim it at your tent Perky not no fear, lookin' for a lick Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah You know I'ma made man (Yeah) Nah, love ain't in me, it's in them Bitch, mwah Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it [?], SRT, hunt them (Rah) (Vroom) Uh-uh, oh-oh, bae I bet you got that good stuff Bitch you got that good stuff Yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff And she a hood hoe, heard she stay off Melrose, bih' you gotta- Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (You wanna) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bitch, you better) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Yeah, yeah, you better) Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)