You think that you tall? I think you a hoe. You think that you fly? I don't like your clothes
You think that I'm hot? Yeah, bitch, I know. I think that you not, you can suck the dick though
Hey, hey, I need you to shut up, bitch. Why you always feelin' classy? Move your f*ckin' lips till I see you
Hop off of my set, Rosa Parks a bitch and make her sit right in the back
I will elbow a nigga like a Kurdish blaze. Make him say wow like I am Billy Mays
Got his voice salty like original Zay. Knock a nigga out in the shade of the day
Yo, bitch, plastic, I think I can fix that. Here, hoe, here is a motherf*ckin' zig-zag
Got the dog fat, and my lil' bitch fat. Fed to my glut, just want my dick
You think that you tall? I think you a hoe. You think that you fly? I don't like your clothes
You think that I'm hot? Yeah, bitch, I know. I think that you not, you can suck the dick though
That bitch ugly, but I might f*ck her in the dark
Niggas scared of me, I shoot it up like Tony Stark
Gotha, Ray-B, rip your f*ckin' foot apart
New fatality, then I'm rippin' out your heart
Make him pipe down, gun inside his mouth. When they hear the trapper's sound, I'ma lay a hoe down
Make him pipe down, hit him in the ground. Any f*cker spin around, tip him over like a
You think that you tall? I think you a hoe. You think that you fly? I don't like your clothes
You think that I'm hot? Yeah, bitch, I know. I think that you not, you can suck the dick though
You think that you tall? I think you a hoe. You think that you fly? I don't like your clothes
You think that I'm hot? Yeah, bitch, I know. I think that you not, you can suck the dick though