for the nigga with the extra lip/ you know I got the 45 with the extra clip. yea I keep the chrome close it's on my hip/ keep talking shit you going down with the ship. I'm tactical and I'm a visionary/ I can get fanatical shoot you low now you a fairy I'm dripping swag as I roll pass in my brand new jag/on my way to get the good bag. I see you haters now but I wont see you later/ catch the flavor I know that went over yo head hater my eyes stay low from the good ganja smoke/ laughing at you haters cause I know yall broke and keep my brother name out yall mouths/before I pull up and dead bodies be pileing up by the mounds. matter fact free my fam sleazy/ if bro was home you niggas wouldn't be breathing please believe me. my hustle gain is extraordinary big buck no whammies / yall main bitches be calling me to get up in they fannies yall ordinary all whammies / broke niggas not even loved by yo own mammies I stay fresh impeccable / you niggas musty and dusty its unbearable talk mo shit but you scared to face me/ matter of fact if I punched you bet you snitch you'd case me. trashed talk to the wrong one didn't you/ you got cooked fresh hater on the menu let me end this lyrical assault / these haters dead gone ahead and get the white chalk yall officially been introduced to my battle talk.