Aww, shit
What you sayin', cuz?
It's cozy, champion to champion
What you sayin', you back, fam? (Tricky)
High energy, been a up man, you know
What's good?
The roads ain't edgy, cuz
So, what you sayin'? (Look)
I'm okay, bars satisfactory
My jewels, clothes, car satisfactory
Yeah, but I still get things
'Cause my credit's all good, boy, I'm par satisfactory
I grab bricks when I roll to the factory
You'll get hit, let them boys try and tackle me
I'm with my pretty-faced bitch
Got the brand new Benz, call it pretty-faced whip
Baow, spent 20 on a new something
You'd probably try and kill me if you knew something
And I'm totally legit now
Just the way I dress, got me looking like I do something
Put me on your old shit
Up in one minute, have it sounding like a new something, yeah
It's Tricky and Giggs
Verdict? This is just big
Come oucha
Come oucha (yeah)
Come oucha
Come oucha (mm)
Come oucha (yeah)
Come oucha
Come oucha
Hit 'em and -ism and -schism it (yeah)
That ****'s looking good, isn't it (yeah)
That **** ain't minding his business (yeah)
I need a bitch to get busy with (mm)
**** ain't looking as big as this (nah)
Tricky put Giggs on his busy list
And maybe my whip ain't as big as his
But these bitches is getting in anything (mm)
I'm in the party with Tricky (with Tricky)
**** is looking all cissy (yeah)
Think I can smell me some pussy (some pussy)
I knew I could smell something fishy
I don't know 'bout her, she looks iffy (yeah)
Better wrap up and rub her, that stiffy
Tricky and Giggs
Man, this is just sick
Come oucha
Come oucha (yeah)
Come oucha
Come oucha (mm)
Come oucha (yeah)
Come oucha
Come oucha
Alright, that was hard, you know
Giggs, Tricky, come oucha
Some yardman ting, you get me?
That new shit, straight murkin', Giggs

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson.