Yeah, it's your boy Lil B You know I got choppers on deck Five hundred, hundred thousand nigga, hundred million Come see nigga, Evil Red Flame, you feel me?
Hatin' bitches fuck with me Based God I'm the baller of the fuckin' century Niggas mad I'm from Waterfront Got the tiny pants and I'm strapped up AK on my side, I'm that pretty bitch You gon' fuck with me? You so petty Bitch I make twenty thousand off rollerskatin' Kristi Yamaguchi, iced-out necklace Bitch I got a cellphone and it done never ring I'm off 'til 11:30, Randy Moss jersey Evil Red Flame I don't think you heard me Tear bitches and they all respect my knowledge Got 10 cars, got a 100 bitches I think I'm Homer Simpson Got that yellow, I need that 40 grip I'm teeming, and I'm high as fuck Niggas think I'm low but I'm powered up Niggas think I'm gay until I fuck they sluts Niggas think I'm broke 'til I bought that Phantom Til I buy that Bentley, bitches came from Santa Merry Christmas hold that Glock nine two forty Powered up, still thinkin' that I'm E-40 Check me this, check this
Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo Slangin yayo, to get my mayo Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo Slangin yayo, to get my mayo Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo