作曲 : Jonathan Kirk/Anthony L Mosey 作词 : Jonathan Kirk/Anthony L Mosey Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, You know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Believe what you see, ***** I can't name a rapper that's out here And breathin' that's ****in' with me, ***** (Uh, uh) I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, ***** (What the ****?) They like how? That don't even match Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby Let's go I'm just a lil' ***** from C******te, The biggest new artist (The four) They wanna see me up the road, But my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (Hah) You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (Okay) And no, we don't gotta get money with you, *****, we gon' get money regardless (Huh) I'ma let you do all of that talkin' Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (Go 'head and talk) And I don't got a cent for a ho She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (Huh, huh) She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick I nut in her mouth and she gargle (Ew, ew) If she spit out that rich ***** **** without swallowin', Me and her havin' some problems (*****) We havin' revolvers strictly for murder And plenty of pistols and choppers (Pop, pop) Ayy, when you gon' stop? Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (Ooh, ooh) You know how I give it up **** around, ****ed up my hand, beat a ***** up Pull off on a ***** like vroom He don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (Hah) His baby mama unemployed So she in the club with her ass And her ******* out (Uh, uh, uh, uh) And we done robbed so many plugs You better check and go ask what my city 'bout Had to slide the ***** ***** a dub Wanted to **** me but I only hit her mouth (No cap) Take the palm of my hand, slap me a ***** Got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out You knowin' 'bout Baby All the **** that ***** rappin' 'bout, that ***** really 'bout And no, I ain't takin' advice from a ***** I'm cool on that, I got it figured out These *****s be cryin' 'bout petty **** I can't relate because I took a bigger loss And these *****s know I been a boss Ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (Yeah, yeah) Got diamonds all over my teeth I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss Hold my watch in the air It's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off I'm hittin' this ho on the low She **** with me hard, she say that her ***** soft (Huh) Why you talkin' so low? 'Cause if a ***** find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a ***** off I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, Flickin' a ***** off (Vroom, vroom) I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on *****s' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (Hah) Hahaha And that's just how the **** I get down, Man, you know I just be playin' sometimes Like right now, like, I'm just ****in' 'round, you know Me and kid, you know, We up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' **** And, uh, I'm still the best rapper Straight off the rip, You know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, You know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Believe what you see, ***** I can't name a rapper that's out here And breathin' that's ****in' with me, *****