Got that 3-0 for 3-0 bust 3 shots
That's 3 holes, I'm sonnin this lil
Spanish nikka just call him my
Hijo, my grass high, your pay day
You Brazillian, you Pele! You gon
Off that Brandy now you turned to
Ray J, Ima demon when speaking
On beats, what's the reason you
Beefin' with me, cause the critics
They callin me king? Now you think
That I'm leaving the Heat, Ima bring
It with me and my fingers will be
Squeezing the trigger, and flippin'
The B, see me lil nikka you differnt
From me, your bytch ass aint neva
Been in the streets, ima catch you at
Wet Will's, slap you off that pill
Sit you on that bar stool, make you
Catch my bill, and you half Cholo
So you fightin for your bytch, ima
Stong arm that hoe tho then invite
Her to my dikk, championship
Banner, but you can't resist the
Banter, the fans remiss, cause my
Classic hits, got them asking
For my grammer, Ugo De Ogugwa
I'm ridin a coupe its a foreign car
I've done so good for a foreigner
When I'm in your hood call the
Coroner, double cup stuffed when
I'm pourin up, to forget, how them
Shots toree your torso up, when
My nikkas sprayed up your corsica
And then we escaped in that Porsche
Truck..............