B-More wreck whatever shit step in his range,
Nigga I spit dimes like my mouth full of change.
My text like virgin pussy, always stay tight,
Got that vicious left hook, that'll knock yo' mind right.
Niggas be gettin scared off the guns I be packin',
Cause I hang wit four fifths and I talkin' bout fractions.
Some niggas call me Coffee the way I mug,
But it take a lot more than salt to stop my slugs.
Bottom line fuck wit me, yo' ass bound to fall nigga.
Cause I roll wit 6 nines and I aint talkin bout no tall nigga.