Have you ever run up on the devil and got stung

Pussy boy don't want beef don't start none won't be none

Can't be done, cause I'm lower than the mother fuckin sun

You and me we can't agree, so I greet death like a bomb  

Shootin from the three, get em from my bros

dirty thirties mixed up in my sprite, tell em fuck em hoes

We don't buy em cars, or clothes, tell em get up out whip 

We don't love you no, never speak on shit, bust you in the lip

Watch the water whip, in the glass, fuckin up my cash

Got that gat, sittin fat up on my hip, get richer quicker 

When I hit that lick, splittin up the zips, flippin lids

slippin slidin on them kids, sippin hennesy tippin 

(tippin on fo fo's wrapped in fo'vogues 

Pimpin'fo' hoes and I'm packin fo' fo's) x2