[Intro]
And still I'm on air, let the beat air out
Ahem, yeah, hmm, yeah, uh, uh
Bullet witcho name on it, n***a
Bullet witcho name on it
Uh, look

[Verse 1]
Violate the mob I got a bullet witcha name on it (Uh)
Them n***as talking when I seen 'em no they ain't want it (Them n***as quiet now)
They say they pulling up tonight, well, bitch, I ain't running (What's good?)
And I ain't worried 'bout your gun you ain't gon' spray nothing (You ain't gon' shoot shit)
I'll have my youngin kick his door and they gon' take something (Go get that)
Pistol whip you with this 40, tryna break something (Hahahaha!)
I'll pull up in the hood from Dutchess left the Wraith running (I left my shit running)
A n***a run up I'ma fucking violate something (Boom boom!)
I'm drinking 'Gnac, smoking Gorilla Glue number four (I'm smokin' gas, n***a)
I don't fuck with you so what you want number for? (Fuck outta here)
I probably wouldn't even answer if you fucking called (Hello?)
I'm with your bitch, I'm sticking dick all in her fucking jaw (Haah!)
That little bread you saving, homie, that's my sneaker money (Cap)
I could've went and bought a Rollie with my feature money (Hahahaha!)
I heard them n***as dissing, heard them n***as reaching for me (They hatin')
Well, I stay with a couple shooters, they gon' squeeze it for me, grrah (Brrrrr)

[Chorus]
Backwood, got Biscotti in it (Cap)
The Maybach got the shotty in it (Uh)
Uh, it's laying on the back seat (I got it)
I hope a n***a wanna see what's popping wit' it (What's good?)
Heh, blowing thick clouds in the clouds (Uhuh)
I took over the game, I know my mama proud (I know she proud of me)
Yeah, look at me now (Look at me now)
I know my old bitch hate to look at me now, yeah (haaah)
[Verse 2]
N***a, fuck all the talking, if you want you can get it
Fifty rounds in this chopper and bitch I want you to feel it (Brr brr, brr brr)
Ask around about Machine, they say I'm one of the realest
Told that bitch "get that pussy ready, I'm coming to kill it"
You wasn't using your head, so I'm coming to peel it
You got hate in your blood, so, bitch, I'm coming to spill it (Boom boom boom!)
I had that crack in the kitchen, I whipped it up in the skillet (Whip up)
I know my style is too wavy, them n***as wanting to steal it (Haah)
I paid a rack for my britches, two stacks for my slippers (Uh)
I might just run in Blue Flame and throw a few racks on the strippers (Woo)
I'm like ten stacks past them with my passionate vision
All my n***as get the cash and like that's a religion (Amen)
Everything I rap about believe I actually did it (That's facts)
Go and ask 'em, boy, I'm really 'bout that action, I'm with it, I swear (Ask any n***a)
Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (What you smokin'?)
Busting bricks down since a child
Machine

[Chorus]
Backwood, got Biscotti in it (I'm smokin' gas)
The Maybach got the shotty in it (Haah)
Uh, it's laying on the back seat (Uhuh)
I hope a n***a wanna see what's popping with it (Run up, [?])
Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (Uhuh)
I took over the game, I know my mama proud (Hahahaha!)
Yeah, look at me now (I'm good, baby)
I know my old bitch hate to look at me now (I know she mad right now)
[Outro]
Yeah, hehe, damn, I know that bitch mad
I mean, look how I love her, look
This ain't the same, I'm rich, baby
Hmm, yeah
Now look at you, stuck with that fuck n***a, hahahaha!
Ahhhh!