[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Before you talk that shit about me, how 'bout you clear your throat? I can hear you chokin' on my tenacious dick everytime your dumb ass talks shit about me. Like I said before, bitch, you're not shit, you're never gon' be shit, and you're just a piece of shit. So shut the fuck up!

[Verse]
(Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
Two milly in my hand, two milly for a jam
That's four milly in the can, the size of Pac's caravan
My wingspan 7 foot, right hand get a hook
Hit a lick then leave him shook, treat him just like police would
Mask on, n***as hard, mask off, n***as soft
Genius like I'm Steve Jobs, greedy like I'm Steve Jobs
Okay, you really wanna test me today
Okay, I hit em like I'm Bobby Boucher
They see me rollin' now, I'm tryna make a million
I got a new bitch, like I'm Ben Simmons
My ego big as Shaq, rockin' like Fu-Schnickens
Put it in her Ariana, like I'm Mariah's children
I smell the snake on the scene
For heaven's sake let him breathe
Pussy n***as talk shit like they really the man
And when we actually pull up you best don't front on 'em, man

[Chorus]
(Shut the fuck up) and why you whinin'?
(Shut the fuck up) aye, stop cryin'
Keep frontin' on my n***as, keep stylin'
If you sendin' threats then my n***as gon' find 'em
(Shut the fuck up) and why you whinin'?
(Shut the fuck up) aye, stop cryin'
Keep frontin' on my n***as, keep stylin'
If you sendin' threats then my n***as gon' find 'em