text: Uh-huh
  Mister Traphouse 
  Mister Dopeboy 
  Mister Slimeball 
  Mister Get-My-Pack-Back 
  Mister Ran Off 
  I aint bringin nothin back
  Mister Coffin Them
  Leave em dead, for real 
  I got sticks 
  Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff 
  Leave em cold and still 
  Bitch, Im cold, for real 
  Heart so cold, for real 
  Dont show no love, for real 
  All my life, Ive been a hustler 
  Dopeboy, cap peeler, street young nigga
  Get that money, fuck these hoes
  All I know is freaks up
  Stack that money, blue hunnid
  Ten thousand daily
  Yall niggas talk crazy with that fire out
  Know Ima let that fire out 
  Rush out, head got bust up
  Niggas be talkin like hoes
  Pull up on em then I bust em 
  Aint really with that tongue wrestlin
  Yall niggas talkin cap
  Yall niggas really bout the cap rap
  Pull out the strap, nigga, know I got that strap 
  Yeah, Im packin, you lackin 
  Yall niggas aint bout no action 
  Nigga, Im bout the action 
  I got the lights, camera, action 
  Yeah, that shit get to flashin 
  Damn, damn, dont nobody know what happened
  Dont nobody know what happened
  Damn, ooh, okay
  Uh-huh
  Mister Traphouse 
  Mister Dopeboy 
  Mister Slimeball 
  Mister Get-My-Pack-Back 
  Mister Ran Off 
  I aint bringin nothin back
  Mister Coffin Them
  Leave em dead, for real 
  I got sticks 
  Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff 
  Leave em cold and still 
  Bitch, Im cold, for real 
  Heart so cold, for real 
  Dont show no love, for real 
   Mister Slaughter Gang 
  Mister Take Your Ho 
  Mister Run a Train 
  Mister Fuck a Rapper, nigga, Im Deebo, tuck your chain 
  Got amnesia, fuck yo cigarette, I dont remember a thing 
  Hit Candler Road, put ten on my ride, any car I want, I buy it 
  Couple niggas out here tryna switch sides, hit a bitch boy, thats fire 
  Gang gang aint on none of that friendly shit, we aint givin high fives 
  You round here runnin your mouth like a pussycat, but you aint got nine lives 
  Mister Stick Talk , Mister White Chalk 
  I dont need no co-sign cause The 6 vouch 
  Your wifey at the slaughterhouse, we whippin dicks out 
  She sucked me, then she sucked my brother, she got a big mouth
  Uh-huh
  Mister Traphouse 
  Mister Dopeboy 
  Mister Slimeball 
  Mister Get-My-Pack-Back 
  Mister Ran Off 
  I aint bringin nothin back
  Mister Coffin Them
  Leave em dead, for real 
  I got sticks 
  Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff 
  Leave em cold and still 
  Bitch, Im cold, for real 
  Heart so cold, for real 
  Dont show no love, for real