Lyrics:

The new nigga, where the fuck did he come from?
I got all these niggas shocked, stun gun
And that will never be a nigga i run from
Pussy speed dial 9-1-1
I walk around with my chin up
Fresh and cold its winter
Neck fill with more juice than a fuckin bar mitzvah
Thats what I deserve I be riding round in that hertz
Cause a nigga tryin to kill me i will fuck around and whack him first
And thats when she dissed me and i saw your girl friend me
She know I ain't done she but that bitch still trying to quench me
Im hungry i eat his beef,thats just my killer instinct
Bars on bars on bars i lock you niggas up i got it easy
This nigga he mad at, this nigga i swaer, all the niggas thats faggots, the jewelry they be wearin ah
Good start the whip, Now Im ridin in the caucus
Fresh hat above my head, now im thinking Are these
Im rollin with some Barby hoes they let me whip cardio
I drive these bitches crazy tho, till I fuck the hoe
She spider man, she said she dont want me to fire in
She told you that she only like girls, nigga try again
Exception for to night she gunna pop it for the newdo
Kicks, smash,my polo, I had to cop him boo hoo
Tell the hoes when the y on me their legs gonna be choo choo
Im crazy cookoo, but maybe im like 'cookoo'
New rooms, my game, never changes, my hoes be light skin, my phone book 'yellow pages'
That was crazy, she black and white immigration, she goes to south america she gonna rock in Venezuela
Im new, im siick, my crib should be a incubator
My flow gonna incinerate ya, make you box incinerate ya
Im in the building, in the vator. i will not befriend a hater
Fuck the world, im a trader, lifes a bitch insinuate ya
All you niggas jealous, they still running on the track, but in person you out of breath like you just did a hundred laps nigga
I can do a hundred reps in one night bitch I miss it cause
Slidin down your chimney and i go get your love
I wouldn't get involved cause that could be your last hoe
If these whack niggas dont leave I got my lysol
Niggas dont need to ask ya know so
These niggas make it rain over and over, snow globe
'ho ho ho ho ho hold up'
At least i kill these poachers. I dont give a damn
Can't nobody broke my vault up, put yor head in a brief case and my your business shit, My momma told you to my your damn motherfuckin business bitch
Tomorrow when I wanna see your drank, ' i think im gonna finish it'
Tonight when we sexting you gonna think I invented it
Bitch im making bangers for the industry. tell somebody fuck with me. tell somebody anit nobody can fuck with me. im too cold