[Lyrics by A3RI AK] Dick ridin’ groupie, you fuck for Gucci I’m a good bitch hittin’ licks with a toolie Sneak dissin’ gon’ get you sniped, call of duty Bitch I’m the shit, your man bust to my movies That n*gga my groupie I ain’t no rat, but I’m nibblin’ blue cheese LA face with a down south booty Said he finna pass out, this pussy a doozy You ain’t wit it at all I’m pushin’ them packs and you droppin’ the ball Drippin’ and glistenin’ like my name Paul Wall I’m strippin’, he tippin’, got all them bands fallin’ on me Y’all bitches my sons I got the bars and my n*gga the plug Can’t fuck wit ‘em if that man ain’t a thug All my flows tight like a dick in the butt Rich n*ggas make it rain I got that gas, bitch I got that propane Lil boy a rat like pinkie and the brain Droppin’ bombs on the beat like my name Hussein I got that moxie, bitch I got that juice Pop me a Roxie, bitch I’m makin’ moves Got that iron on me, that hammer, that tool The way I’m drawin’ on these bitches, turn ‘em all to cartoons Never goin’ back to Vegas Left him in the dust now he on his knees beggin’ Dropped the Barbie when I cocked that K And I made the n*gga dance like Tory did Megan Know I ain’t one to play with N*gga your dick game the lamest Found somebody else to lay with He got the yoppa, 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 Ain’t no 9 under your bed, that’s a BB N*gga tweakin’, you smoked out Half a ounce every week at the dope house Got a choppa with the scope now So you the one who gettin’ scoped out Lil n*gga all cap Pull up on your mama house, blow the strap You lookin’ like a clown, shit is sad I bought all the designer shit that you had n*gga And that’s facts n*gga