Huh (You are now tuned to)
Huh (I'm here with JAY C)
That's my Skilla voice, nah
I can make 'em slide every day
You will get to dyin' every day, get to dyin' every way
Tell your mama them quit cryin' 'cause you— (Hold up)
Tell your mama them quit cryin' 'cause you fake
Nah, a bopstick knock the smile off his face
I know why I spent André 3000 on a Drac', listen
(At the [?], 'cause they—)
Hold up, I keep switchin' up the style 'cause they— (Nah)
Bitch, ain't no switchin' up the style 'cause you hate
Send a blitz to them niggas when I run up out of patience
Push a brick out the trap, get the strap, switch locations
Nah, take you 'cross the Bity after makin' moderations
He died from a hollow tip, ain't die from complications
Huh, nigga fight with me, I make his face abomination
Approximately, I won't miss no shot if I be aimin'
Every spot, we pull up with a Glock because it's dangerous
This shit be too tough for them bitches, constipation
Told her pop a pill so she can do her occupation
Little honky punky, leave him with a stanky
Hit her with the Elvis, told lil'
Baby, "Thank you very much" (Hold up)
Rockstar type, a nigga pull a blitz out in front the cop car
Bad bitch tell her, "Mmm, tell me what you do"
I told her, "Bad bitch, let's do body shots with the Wockhardt"
Scuba Steve, feel like Jay-Z without the Ta-Ta
Cucaracha with the— yeah (Hold up)
The cucaracha with the bopstick'll make him cha-cha
The one eye with the laser beam look like cyclops
Nah, lil' bitch tryna have a threesome, she a bad thot
Huh, eat the pussy, eat the dick, then it's bye, thot
Huh, I ain't even got no time for the backshots
But Skilla Baby never goin' back to sellin' crack rocks
Opp nigga sister on my neck like an ascot
Opps can't throw bullets for shit, they Prescott
Tre Lance, fifty-yard pass, hit a headshot
Huh, see my celebration dance from the press box
Nah, stomp a nigga to death in my Deadstock
Nah, press a button on a nigga, Scuba Xbox
Black gun match the black dreadlocks
Bullseye, I bet I can get my bread out you
Empty clip, huh, doctor can't get none of that lead out you
Spit a bed bloody red, who shot you?
Nah, put the pistol down, we can book a Baca
Huh, he don't throw no hands, he can't come with Sada
Nah, Mr. I'ma Try to Start a Team Fight
Nah, they know we gon' win, that's why they don't want no problem
Nah, huh, I won't hesitate to put you on an island
Huh, one on one, that's when you gon' end up dyin'
Huh, knick-knack, patty whack, make a bitch twerk
Eeny-miney-moe, I want a Perc'
Leave my kids on her shirt
Huh, fourth, second, third, I'm the first
Nah, stupid bitch, I'm the fifth, you know which one worse
Side bitch has the clips in her purse
Leave a nigga head red, Fred Durst
Bitch, mm-mm-mm
Bitch, I want that pussy juicy, Starburst
Huh, clutch the wheel, Skuba Nick Merc'
Leave a nigga in a hearse
I'll, huh, never put him in a verse
I'll put a nigga in the dirt
Gucci Mane on Versace
Smokin' on your people on purpose
I'm ignant, that make niggas nervous
Duh
