[talking]  Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake  Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch  Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records  We're family, we ride together we roll together  For you hoes that don't understand it, fuck you  KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh    [Big Flake]  Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me  Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D  Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches  Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches  That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga place  But I ain't with the shit, get the fuck out my face  Fuck a case, the hooter can't hold me down  I'm 300 pounds, six feet you know me now  And show me bitch where the dance at shack  Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back  Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you  I flip young boys like a ki of soda  It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map  And we don't give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap  And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps  Now what y'all little niggas know about that  First we click clack, then you hear it go pop  I'm a young little g and man I can't stop  I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected  And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it  It's like I resurrected and just came up out the grave  Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze  It's like almighty, when you creep up in the hood  Every corner you weak, my g's up to no good  It's understood, my crime stories and dope sales  My nigga Los said, man dope sales  You gone fell, if you try to test this  I'm like daytime T.V., young and restless  Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.  I'm a cold ass mex call me frosty  Don't try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas  I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga  Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out  Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch    [talking]  That's real my nigga  Fuck these hoe ass niggas    [Chorus - 2x]  You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys  You get your guns, I'll get my guns    [South Park Mexican]  On the play list, diamond bracelets  Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift  Spent a few years in this rap game  Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say  Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with  Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with  Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes  My enemies roll deep like some minnows  I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool  When you got robbed when you had to explain to  I can't do the dope, said it before  Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row  As a plan of skills, I'm still cracking rims  I got a beer belly look like I'm having twins  I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the worst  The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse  Only heaven knows, what I've been through  In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?  Now I rest my head in a hotel room  With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons  Watching cable half a eight on the table  Mix a two liter with four O's of maple  I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back door  And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco  I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though  My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros  And last night he hit two home runs  Everywhere I go I got at least four guns  I got two plants, that grow under lamps  I'm at the club just wishing I could dance  Man I got cash, still I'm a quetho  I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go  I'm murdering, I'll destroy any earthling  Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling  Step to me, you better be hard  I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park    [Chorus - 4x]