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[Verse 1: Odprophet]
Bitch I don't give a fuck about nothing
Another turkey in the oven with the powder and the stuffing (Ayy)
Bitch you know I like butter on my muffin
She a good girl now but they gon' turn her on to something (Ayy)
I'm a big dog (big dog), let my nuts hang (Nuts hang)
Got 'em pissed off (pissed off) 'cause my guns bang (Guns bang)
They run they lips off tryna run game, shoot 'em up, switch the weapon out like it's gun game
Remember that one time I thought I shot the neighbors
‘Cause I licked one through the wall while I was fuckin' with the banger
Seen the opposition, caught 'еm slippin' on East Tabor
We just hit 'em with a laser and wе stuck 'em for the paper (Ayy)
I just jotted down a clever composition, pull the lever and I sever competition with precision (Ayy)
I'm a veteran, a hitter on a mission (Yah)
A factor in the game, I'm just playin' my position

[Chorus: Odprophet]
Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh
Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like
Ayy! Stick him like it's tic-tac-toe, we just stick him like it's tic-tac-toe
Where the six-pack go?
Stick 'em like it's tic-tac toe, but we just stick 'em like it's tic-tac-toe
But where the six-pack go?

[Verse 2: Odprophet]
Bitch I don't give a fuck about nothing
You can find me on the West Coast bumping, fingers twisted in the function (Yah)
Turn a four-course meal into a luncheon (Ugh)
When they pull up to the table get to dumpin' (Get to dumpin', ayy)
I'm with my G's, got the cheese for the piece
Caught 'em in the mousetrap, got the pees for the free
Little homie got the Z's and the D for the fiends
And your bitch is a cook the way she season the meat (Huh?)
I need it handled I could leave it to me
That saves me the grief and the fees, the leeches and fleas
To all a good night, to each a disease, I hope that you leave in your sleep bitch
Jesus I'm deep, there's no turning back (Nah)
I took it too far, how you think they'll react?
Fishtailed in the car, thank the stars I ain't crash (Skrrt)
Once your soul leaves your vessel, there's no turning back, that's a wrap

[Chorus: Odprophet]
Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh
Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like
Ayy! Stick him like it's tic-tac-toe, we just stick him like it's tic-tac-toe
Where the six-pack go?
Stick 'em like it's tic-tac toe, but we just stick 'em like it's tic-tac-toe
But where the six-pack go?

[Bridge: Odprophet]
Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh
Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like
Ayy!

[Outro]
And what it takes is a shock say the discovery of an 11 year old selling drugs on your street