0:16 I love all my bitches, like how i like my money// Hella Stacked, with them Racks really heavy// im so sick… I could spread a disease// Crips be like “cousin-Tight” like i sneezed// Yall shook, i got the lyrics and flow down// all i gotta to do now is perfect my voice sound// Yoooo…. Got em robbed, now he mad// pockets inside-out, its all that he had/ L-O-V on LETSBEEF, it’s a smash// Leave You… “Shot Through”…EMPTY GLASS// Yeah…lets do it again// But next time tell that fuckin bitch bring a friend// And next time tell that fat bitch from Japan// Her “body double”…it’s why i called her a STUNT-MAN//