[Intro: Fred the Godson]
Vinny Idol, n***a
Fred
Ah
Shit
They fuckin' with ’em
Vinny Idol, what up?
Styles
Shit
Ah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fred the Godson]
I let the 9 beam, then the fire flare
I call it the Visine, am I clear?
I seen Shyne troubles, he did time there
Now I see shine bubble, Moncler (Woo)
I'm the next rapper to let it off (Let it off)
Don't be a bitch with the ratchet, set it off
Me and Pinero, I’m Pesci and he De Niro
The deuce shoot, I shoot the Bluetooth off your earlobe
Yeah, everything copesthetic
The coke still flowin', for now the dope debted
When the sodium fall, it's a slow brain (Drip)
New connect, thirty-four for a whole thing
My dress code copper, pennies
Guapa, Benjis, Choppa, Semis
Black tribe bumpin' Pac and Remy
Best rappers alive, whoever, then me
[Chorus: Fred the Godson]
I got a body up the block
Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different
Yeah, I said I move a little different
Shit, a ready rock to the radio
Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow
I move a little different
Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Yeah, my n***a, I move different
Big time guns, big time weight
Just to cook the base, we needed a few kitchens
You on the same path, but, n***a, your shoes different
Word to the bubble in your AirMax
I'm in the struggle, I get your man clapped
Hop up on the Amtrak
Tie you to the chair, wrap your face in Saran Wrap
Dump you in the river tied up with some sandbags (Feel me?)
Eatin' dinner with Ecuadorians
Back to the Future, no motherfuckin' DeLorean
Used to pack a tool in the school auditorium
Rappers in one room, food emporium
Ghost and the Godson, wanna see God, son?
Do this for my n***as in the streets and the yard, son
Fuckin' with a stabber and a shooter and an arson (All that)
Burn in, pop n***as, sit there and watch n***as
[Chorus: Fred the Godson]
I got a body up the block
Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different
Yeah, I said I move a little different
Shit, a ready rock to the radio
Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow
I move a little different
Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different

[Verse 3: Fred the Godson]
Yeah, you could buy your white flowers
I’m grabbin’ your misses, Dwight Howard
Get it, grabbin' your misses? Rebound, magnum clip in, I’ll get 'em within three rounds
Styles P, Yonkers
Fred, Big Bronx, my freestyles be monster
We comin' to conquer
Two machine guns turn shit into Contra

[Chorus: Fred the Godson]
I got a body up the block
Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different
Yeah, I said I move a little different
Shit, a ready rock to the radio
Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow
I move a little different
Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different