| Yup, |
| Im a get seconds, then im a get thirds, then im a get fourths, then im a get |
| fifths, im a keep on eating. |
| look |
| niggas posted on they block |
| nose way around the corner |
| sniffin nutz around here |
| man, you stay way around the corner |
| you been yapping like a hoe |
| that’s what say around the corner |
| if you know it like i know |
| you better stay around the corner |
| I don’t know shit about no murder |
| i was way in California |
| with bun b ridin dirty |
| smoking purple all that morning |
| i don’t know shit about no robbery |
| throwing the wrong charges on me |
| i was chillin wit yo wife |
| while you was flightin, an she was lonely |
| all that pussy azz shit you niggas offering |
| i don’t want it |
| I don’t want to hit yo weed |
| and i don’t wanna be yo homie |
| man, let me make my cheese |
| get the j’s to match my jeans tee |
| go post back up in my jeans |
| and let 'em go for 2 for 3 |
| you around here saying my name |
| and claiming i ain’t a beast |
| regardless of my fame |
| bitch i’ll aim it up at yo cheek |
| before i was rhyming on a beat |
| i was grindin on the street |
| pussy ass nigga worrying bout me |
| click, clak nigga |
| Say lil daddy, listen mind ya business |
| you just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business |
| being nosey, you your sickening, mind ya business |
| ole police ass nigga, mind ya business |