[Verse]
(Shit, come do it)
Shit, oh—, oh Hell
I know it be some niggas and bitches that want me to go through some Hell
They don't even gotta say it to me, I feel it in the air (Yeah)
But I make my problems and my demons disappear, bitch
AP on my wrist (What's that?), put a Gucci ring on your bitch (Oh yeah)
I hit it from the back one or two times (Let's go)
I ain't ever give that bitch a kiss (Uh-uh)
'Cause I know she be suckin' on dick (Where?)
From the 5th Street to the 6th (Uh-huh), If you know about all over East (Yeah-yeah)
Like G Herb', fuck that bitch (Swerve; gang-gang, gang-gang)
Ice like the whole room up, bling-blow
The man got a new Plain Jane, sit down
He can't talk shit until he get a bustdown
And if my niggas robbing him, he may get bust down
I feel like the referee, every time they act foul
'Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down
Rocks bustin' out, Codeine cowboys back in town, yee-haw