[Intro]
N***a like me
I ain't give a fuck about these hoes
You feelin' me, like I said
They tryin' to child support me
That hoe gon get it, you, nah, sayin'
Yeah, I beat up on bitches, you know what I'm sayin'
You pussy ass n***as, yeah

[Verse]
Yea, beating up on bitches, we on the same page
Domestic violence case in front of my friends
Child support me, I must be a chicken, fuck off
This is MMA 'cause I love slappin' bitches
Ride around town with that goddamn bitch
Bitch, why you likin' that n***a pictures on Instagram, bitch?
Bae, who you hanging out with?
And who's that n***a in the picture with you, who's that? Bae, I'ma beat you up, 'cause I'm fucking jealous (Maury Povich!)
Yo, I'm down for them numbers
I'm down for the smother love to flex under
Put hands on that bitch, I put hands on bitches
I might do numbers, I pulled back out the hummer
Child support, you gon to die, I might sell on thirty
I came back loaded, double up numbers
I'm doing fuckin' numbers, do I look like a runner?
Flexing baby, hummer, I might be doing numbers
You feelin' me, yeah, real, I fire on that bitch
Fuck over for the money, I rob you for some shit
You crackers, this is a link, y'all n***as is bitches
I ain't even playing chess, dumb bitch
Fuck, I ride up on n***as solo, who you fucking with?
I don't give a shit, you n***as sound gay
And you n***as style stupid
Braggin' on young n***as and shit, I handle business
My self I do that, I put that last for myself, straight G
Moving brinks and peas, trying to get the line on
Everything that you need, I got door knobs and I got keys
But all this shit is make believe
Lil B, you know what I'm saying, son
Plenty of ya'll need to get knocked out, you feelin' me?
And you just groupie ass bitches that want to come around
For some cheques or some file shit
Don't come up over here if you want to get choked the fuck out
You know we treat hoes like n***as equal
We ain't havin' that, don't be worried about him
You pull up on the bitch, why you worried about him?
Beating up on him that n***a you know what I'm saying?
We all equals, you feelin' me, I choke that bitch out
Just like how I choke out one of you n***as, you, nah, I'm saying
Knocking hoes out, thugs got pissed off and
Feelin that's what time it is
These fake ass bitches gettin' it, we ain't playin with them
You know mean as long as the bitches ain't doing nothing to me
I ain't doing nothing for none of them
Thugs got pissed off, you feelin' me?
It's your boy Lil Boss, it's your boy Lil Boss
Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, these hoes, these hoes can get it, man
And all these punk ass bitches
Yak know am saying you see me on Instagram and shit
Trying to find all n***as, I just about that bitch
But I'ma tell you, hoe, don't play around with me like that
Bitch, don't try to feel me, play with my feelings and shit, hoe
Put your face in the fucking wall, bitch, you nah am saying
Thug got pissed off, man, don't play them child support
Games neither, man, bitch tryin' to put the kid in the middle
Of something you know what am saying
This is how you end up been missing, hoe
You know what I mean, yeah, she better not get me pissed off
Fuck her, fuck 'em for life, fuck these bitch ass hoes
Fuck these fake-ass bitches, you n***as cryin' over a bitch
All my fucking n***as, you want to hit a bitch
Captain, save a hoe ass n***a