Lyrics:

When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded
Made a few phone calls now we all 'bout it, 'bout it
Wit it, wit it, hella fitted, punk rock better quite it
Got one pill left and she askin me to split it
I ain't wit it, where I'm goin'?
Bitch Why?
Have you ever had X O in your eye?
Bitch why, die, choke on suffa
My niggas in da back trynna smoke on suffa
Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood
Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog
I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock
I think she on puss to, maybe not
Baby cock, nineteen, wit her own spot
And a day wit Dre, I'll have her on robot
It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud