Now who gon go toe to toe with big ig jones

Watch ya tone daddy′s home To smack the skin off ya bones

I see The city full of clones and fraudulent ass flowsDiagnosed with chromes the way I shit on you hoes

I done came to kill the scene and this the fucking eulogy

Start the new regime and build it up so beautifully

Truthfully

What the fucks a bitch like you gon do to me

Keep on calling me a faggot boy that shit ain't news to me

I spit a verse harder than the dicks I′ve sucked

You bitch ass punks

Want smoke I'm arsenic in ya lungs

Listen boy you ain't thug u just a bitch with a gun

So why the fuck u acting tough I know the city you from

I ain′t mean to blow ya cover

I ain′t mean to pop ya bubble

But when mvfl pull up on the scene you know it's trouble

When I′m hopping on a beat i decimate it down to rubble

I make waves like a tsunami yall like splashes in a puddle

Ig jones in ya area

Causin' mad hysteria

I can′t tell what's bigger

My ego or my pair of nuts

You know you fucking with the wrong one

I got the bitches bum rushin when my songs comes on

Cuz I′m the don

I'm the Motherfucking don

I'm the motherfucking Don

And if you thinkin different pussyboy you dead wrong

You dead wrong

You pussies won′t get none

You choppa don′t shoot shit

What's the point of a big drum

Your flashy I′m headstrong

I dare you to say some lil bitch

The way I buckle down and grind I'm skirting off with no whip

Wait up

Shit

Now I′m gettin paid up

Now I'm doin shit that they ain′t thought I was made of

Cock it back and let it bust to any body that gon shade us

Cause I seen the way this industry gon get when you get paper

Now I

Ain't seen shit

And I ain't heard nothin

From all those motherfuckers claiming they was up to somethin

You caved in when the times got hard

That′s why you disregarded quick whenever mics turn on

And I don′t give no fucks about who you find raw

Cause the last time I checked I still crack their jaw

Play no part

Play no part

And I will not be entertaining all your weak ass bars uh

A big stepper

My blades are sayin they go gettas

No cold weather

I'm pullin up in a big sweatuh

The drip Betta

Bitch seeing me she gon get wetta

The money comin

All it do is make my pants fatta

Bitch I ain′t rushin

To go back to back

I gotta sack to grab

You mufuckas couldn't do shit

Homie lookin at you

Say your cap

Then walkin to the back

Look homie you could never do shit

If you wanna run it

Bitch catch me at the bottom

Uh

If you bring ya homies

Bitch I′m gon cause a problem

Uh

And I run up commas

Bitch I ain't neva flauntin em

Fuckin up my commas

But fuck it I ain′t needin em

Bitch I ain't rushin

To go back to back

I gotta sack to grab

You mufuckas couldn't do shit

Homie lookin at you

Say your cap

Then walkin to the back

Look homie you could never do shit