I never needed these bitches stay on my line like I'm fishin-
On the road to the riches they never blinded my vision-
Told my homie take the wheel tha Kemosabe I'm sippin-
And bitch I came with Martha Stewart whipping rocks in the kitchen
I'm destroying all the thottys like it was a tradition-
Play with me I catch a body chop you up and you missing-
Pussy boy you think you got it come and see my position I
Keep a chopper like (bbdddrrr) next to the stove in the kitchen
Ayy
Lonely making dollars every day what I need(Ay)
Rico keep a victim crying out on they knees (Aye)
Never been a rat but I'm stacking my cheese (Ayy)
Devil got me cheesing so I'm flashing The Bling
All these niggas weaker than a arm in a sling
Hating for no reason tryna speak on the king but
Not a single fuckin hater tryna step in the ring pussy.
I came to f*ck it up
I came to f*ck it up
All these haters sneak dissin they don't knuckle up.
I turn the block into a motherfuckin body shop-
I make the kind of noise that make you wanna call the cops.
Police on a scanner my foreign bitchez a dancer
Fuck you saying bout Rico I kill you slower than cancer
Dale and Rico act and we ain't minding our manners we fuck it up
I came to f*ck it up
I came to f*ck it up
All these haters sneak dissin they don't knuckle up
I turn the block into a motherfuckin body shop
I make the kind of noise that make you wanna call the cops