Verse1:
aiyo I'm sick of this, wack cats acting ridiculous
when they click is bitch, dawg dont U see the light hit the switch
I know U wanna live the life in the mix. get with tricks
flip the bricks, U wanna live up on your lie of getting rich
U wanna hear people say this kid is sick
U wanna hear people say that his whip's the shit
U wanna keep those blunts lit ratate and keep em comin
no fakin get things runnin in smooth harmoony like birds thats hummin
hit (pause) bitches (pause) everyday like abusive husbands
when in all actuallity your whole crew is frontin..loving
getting mad people cussin claiming that they will start bussin
off shots (please) its just talks and every soul just knows they bluffin
to push wrong (pause) buttons ..check out the place U up in
fucking around you'll be quick to duck down in the town U reppin
steppin in wrong Direction (why) niggaz just best learn they lesson
some cats will pull the wessun on fake cats that's too aggressive
Chorus:
Stop frontin like U be the big baller up in the club
hollerin at the sluts when water fills up your cup
tolerence got U fucked off one shot of the Rum
all of this shit goes on cats act like they packin guns
