Who? Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah (MIA JAY C) Uh Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke Huh-huh, knock her out her— Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a Rio strap Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors— Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer Huh, all the single dollar bills go to dancers Ah, kidnap some shit for Rio by the ransom Huh, bitch, I know you see this money, talkin' 'bout some "handsome" You could think you runnin' gang, but I'm just passive Aggressive, until I pop a Perc' and get to crashin' Out, on anything around me 'cause I'm savage Huh, twenty one straps in this bitch get to flashin' I know that Jasmine still wanna fuck, but I'm passin' Out, on this foreign model bitch who got her ass did Huh, last year, I wasn't on shit, but this ain't last year Huh, on my mama like I'm Cash Kidd Huh, fuckin' on that one pretty bitch who got the fat friend (Liz) Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke Huh-huh, knock her out her— Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a Rio strap Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors— Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer I don't give no fuck I hit 'em up, I had to spin 'em up, EMS gon' pick 'em up Uh-uh, blicky tucked, I get back to business I'm from the trenches, you ain't seen no witness 'round because we killed 'em Huh, out the kitchen, how we got the chicken up That small nigga, I'm big as fuck Huh, hoppin' out that truck, look like I do too much, I does Huh, look like he endanger my life, he bleedin' out, on Bloods Bitch, I ain't a bitch, scared of no giants, go fee-fi-fo-fum Huh, bandana top my drawers Huh, choppa get him bullet drunk Huh, body bag up in the trunk since niggas ain't gon' ride wit' us Know I put on my roller blades, since niggas ain't gon' slide for us Huh, go to Skateland wit' this yop yop, then line 'em up, now nigga Hm, fuck you talkin' 'bout? I been wit' it, ignant Found they block, pig it, spin it Hop out on feet, like, "Get it, get it" Handgun is a 50 AR, same size as a midget, nigga Huh, bitch, you better not fidget, I ain't gon' kick you, we gon' hit you, nigga Huh, [?] switches, boy You know it's gon' blip you, boy It ain't in my pocket, around my waist, I feel like [?] I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore All my niggas will fight, they in that cage look like Randy Couture Huh, I did the most gangster work, 'cause I know how fake you are Huh, I ain't never hate before, I ain't never hate for real Huh, I could never hate up in my life, 'cause I know hate is real Main reason I hit your neighborhood, do amazin' drills But we look like the Taliban, we look like the Navy SEALs Do I look like I'm chasin' hoes, or I look like chasin' Ms? Tch, you know hoes chasin' me, and I keep [?] Bitch, I got a Rolls Royce, give a fuck about a Roseanne Cookin' big dog like Kujo, bandana tied like Conan Huh, oh man, I'm the reason why they workin' slow dance Huh, fuck around and throw a [?], while I'm at [?] Huh, white bitch want a Coke wit' cabana, and coke colored drawers Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke Huh-huh, knock her out her— Huh, yeah, huh, knock her out her sports bra, up a Rio strap Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors— Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors, can cure cancer Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer