rolly rolly holy molly holly axel folly Beverly hillbilly real silly silly turn up turn up no losses u call for the bosse well thy send me dog food im feed em niggas dog chain who l let out da cage wipe his damn nose u no how diz shit go we was trapin late night in da trenches tho had flipa 100 of briccs on da road and these hatin know we all bout diz bread catch u niggas laccin put 2 in ya head this aint a battle diz war instead caught his partner did he bad left him slump up in dat car bust his brains on da dash now his momma screamin sad remember days i was stuck couldnt get up off my ass now i roll around 2 glocc n fckin mask ready for opp nigga im a fckin blast