But they ain't knowin' no    What you talkin' bout, you fumblin' game out your mouth  Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route  Cause cream ain't to be fucked with, and that's the truth this gamology  Better soak it up and be a hundred proof  Cause you can't be the shit, slangin' woof tickets  You better buy you some, stick with it cause game is unlimited  Flippin' shit rippin' shit  Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild  But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do  But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through  Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'  Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'  I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled  Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal  Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick  Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip    Surrender to my will, submit to my game  My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank  Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no  That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes  Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit  Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip  Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn  Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals  Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am  And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious  Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut  Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain  I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make  My daughter's older and now she talkin' to me  And she makin' more sense than these punks on the street  Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way  Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play  This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke  When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'  I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real, movin' the crowd  Niggas say they do, but don't do, they just talk loud    Why you loud talkin' when you should be stackin' mayo  Recognize this hustle not erdayo  Your game is frail, smash you like play dough  Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo'- fo'  Cause your mouth is runnin', and it's time for gunnin'  Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin'  Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk  Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up  No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit  I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script  I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G  With the mackaholic, spittin' game  Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin' your fame    You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don't got  Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won't give a fuck  Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down  It's a new brand year  Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin' wild  Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible  Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised  I fucked with the foundation nation true  Who's to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch  Inside out with your mouth full of dick  So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd  With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud    Yeah  Motherfuckers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and shit  You know what I'm talkin' about  Shit  Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin'  I ain't sayin' shit  I don't know  Motherfuckers just so lame in the game  Better just recognize  Trick ass bitch better listen  Soaks ya like a spunge  Do shit my way  And get hung, biyatch  Hoes get hung  Motherfuckers wanna know  Doja sticky  Clickin' when it's finished  And mackaholic and we out