(Jack with the mac) Pop out with my K, that's a murder Pop out with my K, that's a murder Pop out with my K, and Imma murk you 1400 bitch What's a peasant to a king? I can see your reflection through my rings Your bitch all up on my dick, she want my thing Pop that pussy like a mother fucking bean I bought this Activis lil nigga need some lean Your bitch giving me head while I'm rolling tree I [?], life a breeze Yeah fucking on that bitch, I hit the beach She ocean ocean water splash all in her jeans I beat that pussy, now she walking crippling She can't understand why she wobbling her knees It's big 14 and I can't give a bitch a thing She get to asking for cash I turn Japanese Uh oh I don't know what your saying Uh, uh oh got a whole lot of bacon Uh oh pockets on extra caking Talking fuck shit, out your face you get a face lift Yeah, yeah Pull up with my choppa, catch a murder (aye) Pop out with my K, and Imma murk you (aye) Pop out with my choppa, it's a murder (aye) Pop out with my K, and Imma murk you Murk you Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah