Uh (Uh). Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?. Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps). Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay. (talk to my wepolations), that shit..
My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch. My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch. My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps.
Mobb shit, biatch, biatch, biatch. This shit ain't went no where, trademark. You understand me?. It's like when a mutha fucka. Do his dirt it don't be no ordinary dirt.