Guess who’s back, the ones hardest Fuck artists, I’m about to bombarde this (Like move) No excuse me, no pardon Make way, this is the rap shits don gorgon I’m on some different kind of shit On your feet cuzzy, I ain’t got a root for you to kiss I’ma boss that burst, rock down a bird Cops aren’t fucking with my balls or my word So I’ma keep ducking the D cars On the strip hard, bat as low as my jeans are And we’ll always be that bit better than you are (Yeah) And I’ma jazz this up just like the Utah I’ma keep repping the real stars Dropping the sweet bars Now this is the sweet part Popping them freaks bras Flock on the seat, rocks in my cheeks Yeah we do this everyday of the week star