ur bitch ass cant talkbout how ur whip can glide/ cuz bitch please, X to the Z couldnt even pimp ur ride/ u prpbly claim u hold heavy weight, byrds, and shit/ nigga co'mon, u neva even seen a dime or nick/ u run around talkin bout how many hoes u got/ nigga u gets no bitches or pussy, u dont even gotta say u not/ we all could look at ur face and tell u got hoe in eye/ ur aint hard, nigga u softer than a sweet potato pie/ u hold bb gunz cuz ur ass cant fight/ uz a bitch, u aint wanna stand on "my" block at nite/ u was scared cuz u no them dealerz will beat that ass/ slit ur throat, take ur fone, ur weight, and ur cash/ u wish u could fuk wit me in lyrics but God just aint give u tha gift/ askin santa for some skills to beat me will be ur Chrismas Day wish