These faggots coming thru

Wit they guts and glory

Try that shit I leave you cutWit ya guts on the floor b

Pick em up

And put em in a duffle bag

Drop em off in the river

With sand weights attached

Drive back to the crib

Smoke a blunt and clean up

Gotta stay low

So ain′t coming out for 3 months

Good fella style mobsta's

Lobsta and vodka

Surrounded by doll face shorty′s

Who blow ganga

We got mad bitches

Plus our dough flowin in stacks

Leave you with more staples and pins

Than office max

Middle of the street swirvin

Tailed by a Suburban

At the dot shop

Buying dutches from the turbans

Why ya'll dislike us

Cus ya'll can diss like us

Ya ryhmes is sold old

That you might as well write dust

Going to foot action

Thinkin about boostin

Some A1′s and

That New York Knicks Allen Houston

I had this bitch screaming

To the top of the ceiling

Gave her the twinky

But watch out for the cream fillin

I want me some pussy

Nice wet and gushy

But I don′t want that shit over flowin

Like a slushi

I'm about to throw a hoe fest

Girls in a wet t shirt contest

Girls gone wild hosted by Kinect

Rockin a white t

With a Larry Bird throwback

Lower half got some blue jeans

And new Air max

Las Vegas strip

Strippers on the dick

Poppin champagne bottles

Like you hoe′s can't get a sip

Listen here

I ain′t going home alone ma

Drinking mad beers

Like I retired for Corona

I got me some sneakers

New JVC speakers

Hop out A1's

Gator skin mixed with cheetah

Subliminal signs

Make criminal minds

2 descent 5′s

Equals a fine ass dime

I hate Philly styles

They always fuck up my haircut

Coming out with lines of scabs

They call a shape up

I left you with blood stains

All on ya wall

I broke everything dog

Except for your fall

I kick hoes to the curb

Drive around blow herb

What can I say

Welcome to my life in the burbs

Ain't nothing really good

Wit these sloppy ass hoe's

They pussy smelling tasting

And looking like sloppy joe′s