text: Baby Jesus, though
  You  already know it
  You  already know it
  Aesthetic on the track, boy
  Baby Jesus
  You  already know it
  Shoutout  to you if you listenin to this
  Specially if you a pretty little female
  Aesthetic  on the track, boy
  Sweet baby Jesus
  Check out the flick of my wrist
  Pull up in my whip with a bitch who dont ask me for shit
  Yeah,  thats how I like em, a bitch with a check more excitin
  And she so conceited, she dont even speak
  Try my luck for a week, ask her friend was she dykin
  She say more than likely, cool, cause Im feelin like Boosie
  Just got a fresh cut, I can see that she choosin
  And I dont give a fuck, sleep on me and youre losin
  Lay on my chest and I rub on your booty
  Look me in my eyes and tell me Im the cutest
  But dont get it twisted
  I forgot to mention the pistol right next to me, bitch, Im a shooter
  Shit, ay, we gon stay away from all that, though, that shit gettin lame out here, lets go
  Bitch, Im from Charlotte, dont know how to act
  A lot of these artists dont know how to rap
  Watch me put on, set the tone for my city
  I got your bitch out that thong on a Wednesday
  We hit the diner right after the club
  When she see me, act like nothing happened in public
  Forever our secret, Ill never discuss it
  He got that iron, that boy swear he be clutchin
  I look in his eyes, I can tell he wont bust it
  You know most of these niggas be fake as a bitch
  Never told on a soul, cant relate to a snitch
  And therefore we are not the same
  Your mama and daddy ought to be ashamed
  Shouldve used a rubber, gave birth to a lame
  I stick to the code, thats the way I was raised
  Pull up on em hoes rocking gold, switchin lanes
  Im sorry but Im way too gifted for niggas
  Persistence, Im way too consistent on niggas
  City full of dogs, Im the pick of the litter
  Fuck the fame, the fame dont mean shit to me, nigga
  One of my freaks woke me up out my sleep and start asking bout who I been fucking
  I told her she wasnt my bitch so dont bother me, sorry, that matters not up for discussion
  I got that cash on me like its Monopoly, look at my pockets, nigga, them shits bustin
  Nigga used to be my nigga but fuck him
  Baby Jesus cant break bread with a buster
  Love the way that she give head but dont trust her
  She make me feel like I could walk on water
  She call me papi but she not my daughter
  She fuck with Baby Jesus cause Im not normal
  I was at South by Southwest down in Texas
  Performin walkin through the crowd like a veteran
  All thanks to Dinero, salute to my nigga, he gave me the platform, I had to deliver
  At the last minute hopped on the plane with 2,000 CDs, ended up on a stage
  Selling shows in three days, man fuck all that playin, they gon know about Jesus
  Fuck a hater, go ask your ho about Jesus
  Bet she gon keep it in the low about Jesus
  But Ill dap you like your ho not a cheater
  I-85, .45 and four pounds of reefer
  Exceeding the speed limit
  Increasing volume on my Runner speakers
  Bumping that new Baby Jesus
  My vocab astonishing, manipulation of wordplay is dangerously lethal
  How they gon hang with Lil Jesus?
  Look at the flick of my wrist
  Woo, yeah 
  Look at the bitch that Im wit
  Baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, hey 
  Fucked up , I done invested in myself 
  Got the Yo in the crib, its over
  You already know it
  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
  You already know it