See you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit
Get the fuck from round here, you don't rep my shit
You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that drama
You ain't ready for it, bitch
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it bitch
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
You ain't ready for it bitch
I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker dick
To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one
You must be barely the one billionth
Really you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son
