WACK JUMPER FREESTYLE You the typa hoochie gon fuck for some gucci I’m a hood chick hittin licks wit the toolie Sneak dissin gon get you sniped, call of duty Bitch I’m the shit, your man bust to my movies — That nigga my groupie I never rat but I’m nibblin blue cheese LA face wit a down south booty He fina pass out, this pussy a doozy — You ain’t wit it at all Im pushin the packs, you droppin the ball Drippin & glistnin like my name Paul Wall He tip when I’m strippin, make 20 bands fall /on me - Y’all bitches my sons Stay with the bars cuz my man is the plug Can’t fuck wit em if that man aint a thug Hoe my flow tighter than a dick in the butt — Rich niggas, make it rain I got that gas, bitch I got that propane Lil boy a rat like pinky and the brain Drop bombs on the beat like my name Hussein — I got that moxie, bitch I got that juice Pop me roxie, bitch I’m makin moves Got the iron on me, the hammer, the tool When I draw on these bitches, turn em all to cartoons - Never going back to Vegas Left him in the dust, now he on his knees beggin Tossed out the barbie, picked up the AK And I Made the bitch dance like Tory did Megan — Boy I ain’t one to play with Gon miss me wit that lame shit Found somebody else to lay wit He got the yopper, he pull up and spray shit - Diamonds so bright you can’t see me You got rhinestones, I got VV’s Your new bitch wish she could be me That Aint a 9 under your bed thats a BB — Bitch you tweakin, you smoked out Cop a half ounce every week at the dope house I Got a chopper with the scope now Now you the one who gettin choked out - That lil nigga all cap Pull up on your mama house, blow the strap Now you lookin like a clown, too dam bad Bitch I bought every luxury item you have And that’s facts