Hot sauce on my wrist, "uh"
Spill it in my coup
I dont know that bitch, "yew"
I just kno the cooch, "miaw"
I pile racks on racks on racks
Call it jewy that's mood
Super soaker wet him up
Fire, fire, fire, thats when I Fff
I do not pop a pill, chick i feel, for sum reason, she gon get to eatin all my youths
I spend a bag then go broke till make another one by stirin n splashin the soup
Ima go dumb again, numb again
Capitaine, i think we losing control of our friend
That bitch a "Slytherin" not a 10 but her friend, i think her cousin she down with the gang
Ooo, ooo were are you
I, dont seem to can find a clue
Call a doctor or a vet your dog hit
I dont know shit but my phone "busy busy"
Hey, you who are you
I, dont know the side that you choose
We runnin independent
Like we been spinnin bagdad