Yeah, all in my face feelin' me. All in my face feelin' me. . We was up in the club. Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessey. My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me.
I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens. But one them on top of her game, paid bitches. I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free.
Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh. 'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh. But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door. Say that the jackers kickin' yo hoe.