[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, huh, ooh, ooh (Brrt)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Bitch)
Yeah

[Verse]
I might have to go get rid of you (Yeah)
Send my goons to come get rid of you
Call up runts, they gon' take care of you
Walk up in your hood, with the speakers blarin' too
They pack you up, talkin' real quick (Yeah, huh)
I tote sticks and they real, bitch (Yeah)
Walk up in his spot wit' it (What?)
On my hip (Huh), you can't tuck this shit (Yeah)
You can't hold my fye (Huh)
You can't hold this blick (Huh)
He be talkin' down (Aye)
On my hi— (What?)
He be talkin' down (Huh)
I might snatch his shit (Huh)
I might jugg his bih (Huh)
I might take his—