[Intro]
Mic check, one-two, one-two
This is J@q Boi Be@ts, baby
Yo, Em, what the fuck is up, bro?
Let's get it (Yo, yo)

[Verse]
I used to be a cool guy, but now I'm mad (Yeah)
'Cause most of these artists [?] that they all trash
They never last, their character lackin' momentum
I staple they nipples to they knees and make 'em do sit-ups (Woo)
They talk shit like I'm a foreigner, they diggin' they grave
With they tongue, I'm on the corner with the coroner (Let's go)
Your crew the targеt, I burn 'em like Mr. Marcus for the profit
I'm lеavin' blood on the carpet in your label office (Hahahaha)
Shoulder to shoulder with Hova, I'm souped in a motor
High roller, sick as ebola when I'm takin' over (Get 'em)
It's evident, I'm better than half of you veterans
I'm a barsmith like the incredible lettermen ([?], what up?)
The first day I got down with E (Yeah)
Them n***as showed me how to lay my vocals over the beat (Yeah)
I became a carnivore with the barns
You end up [?] with a warrior
I'm doin' it easy like The Commodores (Woah, hahaha)
Fuck a role model, I'm a freak at the strip club
Watchin' a chick vag– take a whole bottle (Get it, girl)
And hell yeah, I bust my gun, for my clique
Brother and sis, mama, daughter, and sons, n***a (Fiyah)
I'm only temperamental on an instrumental (Yup)
I'm blessed, I can dig in your nose and pick a winner
I hustle everything, from bars to bud
I got juice, that's why I'm wearin' Bruno Magli's and gloves, bro
Just had a meeting with the elite so I can delete 'em in the streets
And give the kids more sounds of freedom (That's right)
And tell the judge, "Fuck you and the jury"
'Cause I'm a heavy bully, a boss, boy, you just a rookie, agh
[Chorus]
Bussin' my Glock off tonight (Booyaka)
So n***a, get my money right (Ya heard me?)
You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I
Light the bud, once again, it's on
With Reggie, [?] rock the mic (Booyaka)
You better get my money right (Ya heard me?)
You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I
Light the bud, once again, it's on

[Outro]
Another body in the trunk
J@q Boi Be@ts, baby
Bread city, let's go