Mic check, 1, 2, 3 To the Father, gotta come thru me It don't turn out how you want to be But it doesn't matter, once you see Chop it up, kung fu, young Bruce Lee Cus I'm bouta put em on like a brand new tee Prolly got em buckin like the front two teeth Then I gotta knock em out wit a one-two piece Wanna humble me til catch em on the humbug See how fast they figure out I'm better than I once was Have a little fun, maybe wrap a couple blunts up That’s cus I want all of something y’all aint wanted none of … Smoke, choke, boss pull up Rims a hundred spoke, I think they talk too much Driving wit a stick when I ride thru clutch And I never woulda gave em but I lost two fucks
