[Verse 1: Demoz]
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Is you high cause you done lost a nigga?
I got bitches that'll turn you on just to off a nigga
Now fuck a whip, whip, fuck a Nae Nae, Nae Nae
I keep an AK, trying to fuck a Kardashian just like a Ray J
Damn, with Taylor Swift recording me in my new play date
Who's that? That's Kanye West in my basement
Now let me ask you something, why you mad at boy?
Man, I ain't mad at all, matter fact
I wrote this shit, focusing on the Adderall
Every time I'm with your girl, she treat me like a superstar
She be sucking harder than the bitches in the hookah bars
Okay, I clap chrome, hit him in his back bone
I'm that thrown, any given holiday
Halloween, mask on, get dragged on
The gas station pump section, match on
This gon' be a rough ride, very far from Drag-On
You ain't never earned respect, nigga, yous a nervous wreck
Choke you like a turtle neck, then pop you like a Percocet
You could never hurdle death, you guaranteed to die, nigga
Don't get out of line, nigga, this ain't just a rhyme, nigga
[Hook: Vinnie Paz & (Demoz)]
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't fucking with me
(They ain't fucking with me)
The other fifty-percent of these motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
(Put 'em under for free)
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out, put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing, what the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang, we ain't nothing to play with
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Is you high cause you done lost a nigga?
I got bitches that'll turn you on just to off a nigga
Now fuck a whip, whip, fuck a Nae Nae, Nae Nae
I keep an AK, trying to fuck a Kardashian just like a Ray J
Damn, with Taylor Swift recording me in my new play date
Who's that? That's Kanye West in my basement
Now let me ask you something, why you mad at boy?
Man, I ain't mad at all, matter fact
I wrote this shit, focusing on the Adderall
Every time I'm with your girl, she treat me like a superstar
She be sucking harder than the bitches in the hookah bars
Okay, I clap chrome, hit him in his back bone
I'm that thrown, any given holiday
Halloween, mask on, get dragged on
The gas station pump section, match on
This gon' be a rough ride, very far from Drag-On
You ain't never earned respect, nigga, yous a nervous wreck
Choke you like a turtle neck, then pop you like a Percocet
You could never hurdle death, you guaranteed to die, nigga
Don't get out of line, nigga, this ain't just a rhyme, nigga
[Hook: Vinnie Paz & (Demoz)]
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't fucking with me
(They ain't fucking with me)
The other fifty-percent of these motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
(Put 'em under for free)
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out, put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing, what the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang, we ain't nothing to play with
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