I never needed these bitches stay on my line like I'm fishin- On the road to the riches they never blinded my vision- Told my homie take the wheel tha Kemosabe I'm sippin- And bitch I came with Martha Stewart whipping rocks in the kitchen I'm destroying all the thottys like it was a tradition- Play with me I catch a body chop you up and you missing- Pussy boy you think you got it come and see my position I Keep a chopper like (bbdddrrr) next to the stove in the kitchen Ayy Lonely making dollars every day what I need(Ay) Rico keep a victim crying out on they knees (Aye) Never been a rat but I'm stacking my cheese (Ayy) Devil got me cheesing so I'm flashing The Bling All these niggas weaker than a arm in a sling Hating for no reason tryna speak on the king but Not a single fuckin hater tryna step in the ring pussy. I came to f*ck it up I came to f*ck it up All these haters sneak dissin they don't knuckle up. I turn the block into a motherfuckin body shop- I make the kind of noise that make you wanna call the cops. Police on a scanner my foreign bitchez a dancer Fuck you saying bout Rico I kill you slower than cancer Dale and Rico act and we ain't minding our manners we fuck it up I came to f*ck it up I came to f*ck it up All these haters sneak dissin they don't knuckle up I turn the block into a motherfuckin body shop I make the kind of noise that make you wanna call the cops