I got him I got him He right here in my visual
I spot him I spot him Like a scene in my periphreal
I was fixin ta drop him and send his a*s to the hospital
Pop him pop him and put his a*s in critical
But I switched up my whole little PROGRAM
For some apparent reason THE GUN JAMMED
But I'm glad my 50 calibre didn't speak
Didn't speak
Cause I heard he had a baby in the car seat
In the car seat
Caught him inside of the club the followin week
The followin week
Beat him down to the white meat
White meat
H*e
Paws and claws fingers and feet
Fingers and feet
Nighty night n***a go to sleep
Go to sleep
BEOTCH
All you gotta do is speak up if you want some
I run in the crowd in a hoodie by my lonesome
BEOTCH
Merk me that's what they callin it
Get on his top That's what the topic is
The fuzz the feds tryin to decode our slanguages
We thugs knuckleheads doin damages in mannishness
With worlds of hella respect for O G 's
O G 's
But some O G's be bullies
Be bullies
Which ain't fly today I'll fly ya head with this K
I look up to you mayne but don't get in my way
Put your head on a stick and put it on a tray
On a tray
Cook a motherf**ker souflee
Souflee
But the O G been active since '89 and
Since '89 and
Clap the lil' n***a flatline
Flatline
BEOTCH
He got some bread in his pocket and he feelin like a champ
On a smartphone talkin dumb to his tramp
She sick of him partyin hangin out with the groupies
Comin home smellin like liquor and coochie
Cold part about it His b***h is a cutie
A nice lil' put together a big a*s booty
Hella n***az be gettin at her he ain't doin his duty
She horny her p***y hot hella moist and gooey
She say Screw him She wanna screw me
He ain't doin it right she wanna do me
Now the n***a bitter cause I'm in his kitty litter
Get f**ked off f**kin with a fixture BEOTCH
