[Intro]
Yeah (Yeh)
You know I can't really do to much other than go crazy man
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hol' on, this shit get sticky, n***a (Uh-huh)
This shit get sticky you should already know that
First you up pole, n***a, then I blow back
That boy slow, n***a, get his dome whacked
I can catch a broke n***a, get his ho clapped (Hol' on)
Yeah, talkin' on the— (Gon' slap a n***a)

[Verse 1]
Talkin' on the monster—
Talkin' on the monster, you goin' to hell
Put a bomb on 'em, mm, like some bells
Big Choppa, fat bullets, make him sing like Adele (Fat bullets)
Hold on, make 'em—
Hold on, make him fall like Adele
Fold him like a apple, chew it (Mm-mm-mm)
Fold him likе a apple, chew it 'til it's chewy
Givin' hеr these back shots, ooh, she like, "Ooh-wee" (Like, "Ooh-wee" n***a)

[Bridge]
Yeah n***a
This the type of shit I live by n***a
Hold on repeat after me
Yeah, yeah
I'm eatin' chips on the beat (Yeah)
Yeah
Ho rubbin' on my— yeah
[Verse 2]
I put my motherfuckin' feet up
Payed for this— put my motherfuckin' feet up
These n***as hatin' but I'm— 3-up
These n***as hatin' but I'm motherfuckin' (Geeked up)
These n***as hatin' but I'm motherfuckin' 6-up
These n***as hatin' but they— six feet
These n***as hate but they dead, yeah, they so sleep
These n***as hate, yeah, they need to go back to—
Yeah they need to go clock in
These n***as hate but they workin' 9— (To 5, bitch)
These n***as— but they workin' 9—5
These n***as— I had to do it to 'em (Stop it)
(Slurp, Slurp, Slurp)

[Interlude]
Yeah they need to get a stylist
These n***as broke, yeah, they need to get some style
These n***as broke, man
Put a n***a in a hearse
Put a n***a in a close casket, in the dirt
These n***as playin', yeah, your man's a shirt
Hey, these n***as playin', yeah—

[Chorus]
Hol' on, this shit get sticky, n***a (Uh-huh)
This shit get sticky you should already know that
First you up pole, n***a, then I blow back
That boy slow, n***a, get his dome whacked
I can catch a broke n***a, get his ho clapped (Hol' on)
Yeah, talkin' on the— (Gon' slap a n***a)
Talkin' on the—
[Outro]
Hit her from the rear, I fuck that bitch (Yeah)
She don't care about you
Postin' on the Gram, n***a, she don't care about you
Yeah she still throw that ass, n***a, at the fuckin' party
Yeah n***a, you know, you already fuckin' cryin'
We know where your fuckin' car is
Blow up yo' fucking car n***a (Boom)