text: Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it
  They know I be poppin, they know I pop it
  Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it
  These bitches shoot for it, I aint going for it
  This aint going for it, and bitch, I know you know it
  Ballin on the court, and I dont play no sport
  I shoot m with the Coka, play the one I use for fun
  Bitch, get out my kitchen, dont you see me whippin
  Or on the water Im sippin, survin cakes and pimpin
  Ballin like Im Pippin, loudness, I aint picken
  Why you stash my stash, bitch, I see you creepin
  Bitch thought I was slippin, bitch, you tryna be sneeky
  Dont trust none of these bitches, cause, man, these bitches be trickin
  What your favorite rapper, what your favorite cooker
  What your favorite bitch, she might be a capper
  Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it
  They know I be poppin, they know I pop it
  Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it
  I pop it, pocket rocket
  I take a brick, chop it chop it
  Bitch, I know it, you want go shopping
  Real street nigga, I cant give you nothing
  There go 12, I think they knockin
  Im in the boll, on the stove, got it lockin
  Pussy nigga, watch it
  Pull up on a nigga, got it poppin
  Murder Gang, bitch, we poppin
  Rolli on my wrist, tick talkin
  Im the plug, and the socket
  Cook a pussy nigga, like Hibachi
  Man, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it
  They know I be poppin, they know I pop it
  Yeah, these bitches know it, yeah, these bitches know it