[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo the boss is back
Off the strip with 10 horses
Town on his back, flawless rap
But check my motives its big checks in the check I wrote it
Hardcore kills raps, spin it back
One flick off the wrist and wahla it is Ab
So if you see the kid napping that don’t mean I took em
That mean the cemetery got to find a place to put em
I think you might have put your hands in the wrong pudding
Or your man ? fucking with the wrong hoodlum
I’m not Bum J but all it takes is one day
Or one hour of recess to lets the guns play
(what happen?) I had to let the gun spray in his direction
Like Raid to an insect, I'm infectin' em'
Straight letting em go like its 8 seconds to go
[Hook: Kendrick]
If you talk that better have enough balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck about who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and all you gonna hear is (what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Like, sike, nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
[Verse 2: Kendrick]
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
But a loud mouth get a entrée of bullets right to the head, shit
Bon appetite, I climb out my window I shoot ya block up then I’m back in the bed, sleep
Back to the business, backpack with blocks all in it
When it comes to beef I’m doing the dishes, shit
More beef then I’m stuck in the kitchen
To stop my trigger finger from itchin’ I’ll probably need a prescription
Plus, I told you niggas too many times, you're not in my division divide mathematician
Counting money like it grow on trees
Matter of fact it do, I got a lawn full of hundred dollar bills, no leaves
My bitch got a blade in her weave just incase mine break she hand one to me
Cataracts I know y’all can’t see I infact I apologize about that
Yo the boss is back
Off the strip with 10 horses
Town on his back, flawless rap
But check my motives its big checks in the check I wrote it
Hardcore kills raps, spin it back
One flick off the wrist and wahla it is Ab
So if you see the kid napping that don’t mean I took em
That mean the cemetery got to find a place to put em
I think you might have put your hands in the wrong pudding
Or your man ? fucking with the wrong hoodlum
I’m not Bum J but all it takes is one day
Or one hour of recess to lets the guns play
(what happen?) I had to let the gun spray in his direction
Like Raid to an insect, I'm infectin' em'
Straight letting em go like its 8 seconds to go
[Hook: Kendrick]
If you talk that better have enough balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck about who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and all you gonna hear is (what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Like, sike, nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
[Verse 2: Kendrick]
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
But a loud mouth get a entrée of bullets right to the head, shit
Bon appetite, I climb out my window I shoot ya block up then I’m back in the bed, sleep
Back to the business, backpack with blocks all in it
When it comes to beef I’m doing the dishes, shit
More beef then I’m stuck in the kitchen
To stop my trigger finger from itchin’ I’ll probably need a prescription
Plus, I told you niggas too many times, you're not in my division divide mathematician
Counting money like it grow on trees
Matter of fact it do, I got a lawn full of hundred dollar bills, no leaves
My bitch got a blade in her weave just incase mine break she hand one to me
Cataracts I know y’all can’t see I infact I apologize about that
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