text: Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
  Mic check, diamonds cost a nice check
  Dont bite that, baby give me nice neck
  Got a double cup, bitch Im finna spike that
  Im Slaughter Gang, bitch, we be where the knifes at
  I done slowed up, bitch, I be poled up
  No role tuts, I drank the real mud
  Thats my real bud, clip hold a whole dub
  Hang with real Crips, nigga, Im a real Blood
  I can make them touchdown when I scream, Hut
  Lay your bitch face down, thats a real butt
  Let me see your tits, baby finna bust a nut
  AP on me, doing the chicken head
  Yeah, Rollie on me, doing the stanky leg
  Patek on me, Milly Rockin
  You half way, Im really poppin
  Yall niggas all cap and kill nothing
  Bitch, Im having mood swings cause I aint sipped nothing
  Whole pointers on me, nigga, yeah them big nuggets
  Sick and tired of eating noodles, time to flip something
  Got a big booty bitch, Im tryna bag that
  12 come, we dropping bombs like Baghdad
  Treat a nigga main bitch like a lab rat
  Remember selling big grade out my backpack
  I done made a couple million off the rap-rap
  Run a train on your bitch, shes a nat-nat
  Big cajones on a stick, let it clap-clap
  Im the realest nigga doing it and Im big facts