[Intro]
Yeah
Ahh

[Verse 1]
N***as got no heart so they gone in scared
Talk the art of war, we the connoisseurs
Told them level up so we gone upstairs
Lick a couple down, now they gone in pairs
Sort of truth or dare but they wanted dares
Bitches gonna cry so they wanted tears
Big round table talk, now they wanted chairs
Got the business plan, now they wanted shares
Yeah, they been spoiled rotten
I been seeking answers, now everybody's got 'em
Yeah, smart yutеs, now everybody boffin
Yeah, dancеrs, now everybody poppin'
Cough cough, now everybody coughin'
Big boss, now everybody bossin'
Yeah, when you let it go
They're like "why don't somebody stop him?"

[Chorus]
Passed out
Wanna branch out but you arsed out
Got that big cash that you can't count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk 'bout
You better stand straight, bitch, you can't crouch
I'm 28 grams, bitch, you half ounce
[Verse 2]
Chicken trap house, on a chicken spree
Chicken's well cooked and they're fricassee
Pussy look good so she took a beat
Gangsta'd up bitch, so she took the heat
N***as push white and they pushing B
Hollow cooks white, Hollow cook a key
Now she look good, n***a, who is she?
N***a grindin', call it Pusha T
Man are buzzin'
Grab a dozen, dropped off to my cousin
That was then, grab my brothers
Couple hundred M and I'm covered
Pass out
Bend your back and you can't slouch
Pussy's so tight, she's like "ah, ouch"
Run DMC and it's our house

[Chorus]
Passed out
Wanna branch out but you arsed out
Got that big cash that you can't count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk 'bout
You better stand straight, bitch, you can't crouch
I'm 28 grams, bitch, you half ounce
Passed out
Wanna branch out but you arsed out
Got that big cash that you can't count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk 'bout
You better stand straight, bitch, you can't crouch
I'm 28 grams, bitch, you half ounce