[Intro: MALIK*]
Its fucked up man…
Fuck all you bitch ass n***as that turned on me (fuck em)
Thats really how I feel on this shit man
Uh

[Verse 1: MALIK*]
Why n***as keep testing my patience
Ya'll don’t believe that’ll turn you into some patients
I want some tall money like Yao Ming
Break up with your girl, she was just a summer fling yeah
Ballin with the team, no Capo
Ya girl a freak ting, no cap tho
Smoking all night, I’m feeling mellow
We all cooling in OKC, no Melo
Who the fuck gon stop me?
Young n***a, and I’m so cocky
Bring it back girl like you twerkin
Hoes laugh that you a stripper, I’m just proud that you working
Bills paid, rent paid, cell phone bill paid (ching)
Hair done, nails did, pussy good you got it made
Lost a couple pounds, but you bad no matter how you weighed
You gotta n***a on his teflon shit, some untouchable Bishop Don Juan shit
Sauce it up, KJ got them grippys tucked
So if a n***a act up, we goin shoot it up
Test my gangsta if you want to, but bitching me is something that you won’t do, yeah
[Hook: MALIK*]
Shit getting critical, I would love for this shit to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what you won’t do
Yeah shit getting critical, I would love for this shit to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what won’t do n***a

[Verse 2: Kyim Jordan]
Lil K
Gotta go that way. Bitch gotta go that way (bitch)
Roach in the ashtray. Aim 38 in his black face
Roll ‘round n***a, got that pump in the pass seat ooo
These cop tryna catch me ooo, but its hot when I got the heat on me
Drug dealers, rich n***as
Fucking with us, cause they see we getting figures
Your bitch I fingered
She wanna go get dinner
I’m killing shit, Hitler
These n***as rats, Splinter
Stop playing on my phone with that hating shit
That bitter shit. That Tekashi shit
My whole gang finna blow up on some Saudi shit
My n***a lost his life, still shot back, on some zombie shit

[Hook: MALIK*]
Shit getting critical, I would love for this shit to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what you won’t do yeah
Yeah shit getting critical, I would love for this shit to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what won’t do n***a