Check it, that's a snake stutter,
coming at you at supersonic speed,
you don't understand, take it down!,
Wait!,
Let's check my bank account,
I got ten million,
saying, stank, why you good people have been silly?,
Walk down like a street,
cut that net with me,
24-7 on the ground,
but your band busy?,
Ripped a rope, in my dreams, you see my ass pack,
broke all the shit,
swiped, we gon' get that cash bag,
kicked the door, put the dude to grace,
ass pack, left the windows to the street,
right with our mass exil!,
Dr.

Sting!,
In your house, shit on your walls,
we rap bitch,
and shit on your walls!,
Ever since I was a baby,
I make fat stacks,
boys my best shit that was my mug,
it last stashed, the pussy niggas hate,
I jump back at me,
and my homies side air,
put my rap pack on, cash on the groover,
where I can't stop a drip,
I got a nice car,
they get their shoes off my crib,
tuck in all that shit,
we be with a fat whip,
come on, stank stout, come on, I'm always at a toe!,
Shake it!,
Dr.

Sting! In your house,
shit on your walls,
we rap bitch, and shit on your walls! Dr.

Sting! In your house,
shit on your walls,
we rap bitch,
and shit on your walls!,
That's a stank stout!