Momma told me: Anything you gon' do, you can do this Put yo' head down, you got just what it takes so keep it moving You come 'round on that hot shit, I'm begging you to prove it You come 'round with yo' chopstick, I'm begging you to shoot it Walked in— Walked in with that strap on my body, Miss America You been talking in them raps, so come get hot, boy, I dare ya We come running through yo' house Swinging chops with big bandanas You keep runnin' that fuckin' mouth, I'll fix it up with my hammer Or I'm gon' find yo' fucking block, stick it up, this a standoff Bitch, I'm smoking on exotic, sticky stuff, wipe my hands off Once we find 'em we gon' have to wet 'em up, that's a man down I'm in Saks Fifth spending hella bucks, bring my bands out Went his front door, kick it, don't give no fucks You not safe in here I loved that bitch, but she didn't want to see me up, I'ma make it there You step on bro, I sent yo' ass to hell, boy, I'll take you there I'm smoking on some shit that really smell, damn, it stank in here I mix Issey Miyake denim with the MMY Throw a couple bullets at his man, know we gon' send him flyin' Going on a move, I've been around, know I'm gon' send my guys