"Yeah, yeah, if they bad as shit call up my line, Codeine in my cup, I drink it right, four four cups been filled up. Pour some Syrup, keep it pourin', money keep on pourin', City lights blinding, success ain't borin'. Yo mama in my line, sucking me on soft, She give me tit tit titty, kid I'm on rocks. Yo mama come back, she calling, I let it ring, She text me, fanna get left on read. If they bad as shit, call up my line, See my niggas in the coop, but they ain't part of the clan. I'm fanna be making hits, you ain't gon see me making shits, I only make hits, I throw ritz. Make you fumble like cracker shit, I only got rizz. I don't be doing this shit for fame, I don't give a fuck about the followers, I just need the head, no cap, no apologies, no swallowers."