[Verse1: Lil Wanye]
Gangsta Grillz ya !@$(s!
There's a couple married (*##$es in the building

$#&@ed them!
I get that? I get that #~!!@
Nothing

I see you ^!$$%s got no life... Sixth Sense
She said she wanna $#&@ my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!

She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that (*##$ she got good seats
Man, these ^!$$%s softer than fleece

2-D ^!$$%s, and they obliques
You talked that %#@!, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
(*##$ you know the motto!

It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these (*##$es, they call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me

She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: DOA
Some of these ^!$$%s be DEA

Money tall: NBA
Broke ^!$$%s: SMH
Hit em like Canseco

But she be like "No way Jose!"
I got all that white
What you call that? OKKK!

Every night I go hard
She like me like Boston George
She like it in her $$#, mouth and #~!!@

3 car garage!
These ^!$$%s is false alarms
They don't mean no $#&@in harm

Hey baby let's make a !@$^!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that I ain't got no ceilings

The money changed me, I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can't appeal it
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing
I've got a street sweeper... do you need your street cleaned?

Young Money (*##$! We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared, mu$#&@a go to church!
Preach! Security breach

I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E
^!$$% my cash out of your reach

I run %#@! like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings

Church!

[Verse2: Boo]

Just a way of life

Brought my mama a crib

Brought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star

Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking

Plus these (*##$es be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the #~!!@ gets purchase
Got a (*##$ so bad she make a player get nervous

Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as $#&@
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and (*##$es still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose

Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign
We don't do 100 spokes

When broke ^!$$%s talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you $#&@ boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a $#&@ boy