Aye, aye the idiotic kid's back
Ready to attack, ready to put two macks to your back
Ain't no fussin when I start bustin
Lyrically cussin, why Jay Dee's want production
Go to 212 to see my friends
Too many Heineken's, the whole crews fightin to get in
I'm lookin around to see who want it
I wanna get blunted but only got a dollar on it
The rude boys is frontin, legends is pumpin
Bella is jumpin, the heat is like shh...bumpin
Ready or not rap world here I come
Comin to every battle screamin out, "Who want some"
Lyrical warfare for MC's who step
Caution watch your step or I'll destroy your rep
Lookin for the crews that cause a threat
We ain't ballers yet, we ain't passin no moet
I'm playin in between the sheets in my jeep
Lookin for the freak with the big butt cheeks
No disrespect throw your hands up
Yeah, grab your girl tell her, put her hands up
Chorus: 4x
Throw your hands in the air
Put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutiepie
And do the butterfly
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