Lyrics:

[Verse: Xavier Wulf]
I'm coming through the front, I ain't worried 'bout shit
Trying to harm me I leave his ass like a tip
I'mma tell you now, I'mma twist him like a hip
Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of you here
Bitch, I only rap just to let you niggas hear
And when we do a show your fan base disappear
Bitch, I ain't lying I'mma keep it sincere
Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?
Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer
Get hit too, shit bitch might as well
I don't even talk all a ho do is tell
I’m standing on a boat finna set the damn sail
I burn incense because my brain likes the smell
She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell
I ain’t say come but she at the hotel
Fuck a nigga mean, me and my niggas don't be fucking with niggas
We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas
Or whoever with you
I pull up to my nigga then'll spark
Blunts already rolled what the fuck a nigga thought?
East Memphis streets still burning damn hot
Police might as well live up on the damn clock
That's why I stay in the goddamn house
On the damn couch while I eat take-out
Text T.A. when the weed run out
Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out
I be on the beach feeling like a bird now
Smoking on a ounce on the roof of the house
Master Roshi tried to kick a nigga out
'Cuz I had a sack I ain't tell his ass about
Bitch you fucking know what the fuck do we about
Hollow Squad Blunts don't never fade out
(BITCH!)