[Hook] If I catch them on my strip out slipping I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit [Verse 1] Nigga, if I ain't in ya top 5 then what the fuck is your argument I’m parked in a garage with a Geffen rep A&R In a charger the window locked and he coughing given two options to Either gain a new artist or losing out on ya oxygen Arm barring a barber, poppin up to give ya pop a shove And knock ya momma out and then finger her with the boxing glove [Hook] [Verse 2] They got me flagged, I even fucked around and got illuminati mad My chipping tooth keep slipping through the sloppy mask The spot they spot me as The ring leader, king me, them niggas get the Rodney ass Whooping, shotty blast and then rotisserie the body bag Double piece shorties, I checker and paint the victim &