verse 1 Aint no way I can control my P.I. see why all that talking shit done gave you pink eye. Balling like im with MJG in the casino Shoot my shot and got it litty off the lingo. Bust it for that tubby custard got that from your mother tell O.G. i love her. Whats for supper girl i aint no buster all up in your kitchen ransacking your cupboard Scratch the surface Imma make it worth it never flex on purpose if I did its curtains Hit my shit im fly got em hypnotized they know that im live come look dead in my eyes Im head of my time Hell naw Cant rewind trana find some sence but i went and lost my mind wonder why it slap baby we them guys who me myself and I Im glad im in my life cuz Hook Bitch im off the chain Serthahitman is the name Came with the game low down dirty shame And that nina ross with that hundred fifty grains When i shoot my shot she gone do the same and she bust it for that tubby custard got that from yo mother tell O.G, I love her Whats for spper Girl i aint no buster all up in yo kitchen ransacking yo cupboard verse 2 Pull up burning rubber under cover brother Watch me spin that cutlas for them chicken cullets See you off that muddy that when I fired up that dutchy And they inquired bout that musty I was inspired to do nothing Preach to the choir but gimmy yo money every desire could never come from me just look deep inside and gimmy yo money remember that mile in P.E. nigga run it surrender me all of yo cheese at the moment cuz I got a diet consist of that potent need gas in the tank and it get me to going my average is horrible think im immortal I came through a portal a duce and a quater to place me a order sum steak and sum okra a waitress go with the salmon and croquettes and take out to through her inside for the morning wit a drank Bitch imma master this P it aint no limit to whats in the tank Feeling like a young Romeo how i fell in love with the game and I put my foot down on these ball park figures cuz I got the upper hand with a knife in it Yeah I know im coal so im mining my business every time i showup they be like my nigga hook off the chain Serthahitman is the name Came with the game low down dirty shame And that nina ross with that hundred fifty grains When i shoot my shot she gone do the same and she bust it for that tubby custard got that from yo mother tell O.G, I love her Whats for spper Girl i aint no buster all up in yo kitchen ransacking yo cupboard