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[Intro A-Dot Taylor]

I'm talking to you!
Yea I'm talking to you, Bitch!
Yea! Bitch I'm talking to you. Bitch I'm talking to you
Yea I'm talking to you, Bitch!
Yea! Bitch I'm talking to you. Yea I'm talking to you
Aye bitch I'm talking to you, Bitch!
Aye bitch I'm talking to you! (It's A!)
Yea bitch I'm talking to you! (It's A!)
Aye bitch I'm talking to you! (It's A-Dot!)

[Verse One: A-Dot Taylor]

Man fuck these niggas with two dicks (fuck em), don't give two fucks who you is (nah)
I'm a Young God you niggas Judas, I'll leave you crucified at the pulpit (Hallelujah)
If you cross me like two sticks (what?), it'll be RedRum like Kubrick (what?)
Yo residence can be the cemetery and I swear to God you niggas homesick (Goddamn!)
My flow is the equivalent of the holy ghost (okay) and during a overdose
When my brain waves on overload, then I explode (let's go!)
Alumni nigga (yea) get ya hung high nigga (yea) what I'm whippin in the kitchen (yea) ain't stir fry nigga (yea)
Gotta rifle with a scope (yea) with a birds eye nigga (yea), it'll drop you out the sky (yea) like when birds die nigga (yeeaahh), (Goddamn!)
Get the fuck outta my face, none of you niggas is safe (nah)
Just because we may be family that does not mean that we could ever relate (fuck em!)
HA! I'll beat yo ass and beat the case, treat a cake nigga like Anna Mae
Them wires all up in your face will have you talking foreign like anime (Goddamn!)
My middle finger stay raised up, broke niggas talking cheap that's a pay cut
How you do the most but ain't made much, are hustle ain't the same bruh (nahh!)
Ray Charles, Stevie these niggas talkin keys but can't see me (can't't see me)
Return to sender these niggas broke I hope they kept they mothafuckin receipts (Goddamn!) (Yeeeaaahhh)
[Chorus: A-Dot Taylor]

Yeeaahh! Niggas hating on the low (they do), why?
Cause I'm counting dough and I stay with the baddest hoes, you know (yeeaahh)
Yeeaah, Getting gwalla with my folks (I do)
Shit I stay up to par and you don't meet the status quo, you don't (nah), nigga!
Don't test your fucking luck, cause I don't give a muthafuck
Put yo middle fingers up and scream
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yea)
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yeeaahh!)

[Verse Two: Ms Marie]

Fuck all these niggas like hoes do (fuck em), no debating any line that I throw you, is real
Dedicate the hook, for those who contest, fishing for clues, what I'm gon do next
Keep it in private as I'm doing them checks, you wrinkling your face, gotta keep you pressed (you pressed)
Don't know where I stay, better still address, my name out in public, and put some respect on it
They cry babies, like Johnny Depp, any role I play, I'm winning, that's a bet (that's a bet)
In a dicey life your shits a mess, better crap out cuz you're number 2 at best (crap out)
Now, ready set, coming up fast, when I'm in your face, throwing up this cash (throw it)
Tell me how it taste, regurgitate, them bills like Monica Lewinsky's past
Got damn that's what I call a sucky life, all in a uproar they stay in strife
Got a hold of the money, wit a grip so tight (I do), now sum it all up, fuck your advice (fuck it)
Nah, what you talkin bout, ain't sounding right, how you eating off dough, in a hunger strike (how)
In such a plight, you hope I might, help raise your wealth, throw you a bite Fuck that (nah)
Let em starve, they ain't going this hard, want a free ride, blowing gas, ain't got a car
Had to roll the wrong thing, now you stuck so far, behind, It's blunt, been time I take charge (catch up)
Now, watch what I do, when I run your whole crew, now fix your thoughts, ain't the one to be screwed
You don't succumb, expect what's due, 9 months later bitch, then it's mother fuck you (fuck em!)
[Chorus: A-Dot Taylor]

Yeeaahh! Niggas hating on the low (they do), why?
Cause I'm counting dough and I stay with the baddest hoes, you know (yeeaahh)
Yeeaah, Getting gwalla with my folks (I do)
Shit I stay up to par and you don't meet the status quo, you don't (nah), nigga!
Don't test your fucking luck, cause I don't give a muthafuck
Put yo middle fingers up and scream
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yea)
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yeeaahh!)

[Verse 3: A-Dot Taylor & (Ms Marie)]

It Goes, Fuck whoever don't like me, (you can eat a dick and die slow hoe)
Finna Takeover like Jay-Z, (I'm in Either mode, like Nas hoe)
Fuck everybody outside my team, (my circle tighter than virgin pussy)
How the fuck you figure we in the same league? (Y'all benchwarmers, I'm a starting rookie)
I said, I am a suicide risk, (princess cuts all in my wrist), let me elaborate this
(My diamonds are shinin', they blindin', these niggas is hatin' cause my pockets thick)
Nigga get off of my dick, (that is reserved for ya chick)
I fuck her, I pass her, we run her, we send her back home to ya crib (You be massaging that bitch), shit
I'm killing the game that's a fatality nigga, (I'ma star study me like astrology nigga)
Upgraded from minimal wage to salary nigga, (Timi and A-Dot should be proud of me nigga)
AMG, KND, we a Monopoly nigga, (we own the city don't step on our property nigga)
What's beef? Kick In The Door, Who Shot You nigga?
(Me Against The World don't make me 2Pac you nigga, I Hit Em Up!)
[Chorus: A-Dot Taylor]

Yeeaahh! Niggas hating on the low (they do), why?
Cause I'm counting dough and I stay with the baddest hoes, you know (yeeaahh)
Yeeaah, Getting gwalla with my folks (I do)
Shit I stay up to par and you don't meet the status quo, you don't (nah), nigga!
Don't test your fucking luck, cause I don't give a muthafuck
Put yo middle fingers up and scream
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yea)
Fuck Em (yea) Fuck Em (yea) Mutha (yea) Fuck Em (yeeaahh!)