text: Look, shit, I cant name a nigga flow like I flow
  Get it out the mud like I did
  Told you out the door what Im on
  You probably wouldnt be fuckin with Baby if you know what I know
  I get behind her and she shake it, thats my baby
  Got this bitch thats from Atlanta, but I met her out in Macon
  Walkin out the radio, I got some head outside the station
  Ayy, bitch, let me hear some baby, hoes go crazy when they play it
  And Im the best new fuckin rapper, aint gotta say it, they gon say it
  Im always strapped up with that fye, thats where you play, thats where you lay at
  Bitch, go stream my fuckin album wherever the fuck they got my tape at
  Stomach on her forehead, head between my legs, thats where her face at
  Told me put her on the camera so later on she can watch the playback
  Fuckin with my people, we be at your door like a fucking place mat
  Thuggin like its legal, ridin round with sticks like we some Arabs
  Hoppin off the fuckin plane with 50 thousand and some Air Max
  My bitch just picked me up, she lookin good, she got her hair back
  Ridin through another nigga hood, they look, I stare back
  Have you plugged up to machines fuckin with me, gon need a care pack
  Know this shits so fuckin loud, I know they smell it, they think I sell that
  Brought the scat pack, put it up, finna pull back up, go get the Hellcat
  Vroom, nigga
  And I cant name a nigga flow like I flow
  Get it out the mud like I did
  Told you out the door what Im on
  You probably wouldnt be fuckin with Baby if you know what I know
  I get behind her and she shake it, that my baby, nigga
  Bitch