Come on, you bitch, you know who it is.

I'm a stupid old man,
old freak, stupid old man.

Stupid old man, old freak, stupid old man.

Oh, I'm a stupid old man,
old freak, stupid old man.

Come on, you bitch, you know who it is.

You know it's money,
son, or hits, and the shit is mad.

Boy, you stupid old man,
you're a shit, old hit, old time.

I'm a real quick,
fast, I didn't know a word of tape.

I'm a stupid old man,
old freak, stupid old man.

Poppin' that shit on the streets,
poppin' that shit on the streets.

I miss all those old shit in the cranny.

Smell that runnin' isn't over.

More love than I'm turnin',
they found out I'm poor.

But now I need those shit.

Hey, boy, I got that RV.

I learned how to blow shit,
and I'm a smart ass, man, go test.

I'm a chubbub flowin',
but you know I'm chubbin' the house.

You used to mind playin',
honey, playin' those trade-off shit.

You know it ain't all pay-your-feet,
but it all pick up a bash and leave.

You really tryin' to mess with me?,
It better than a crack in the house.

The trash, bro, I ripped those soda sheets, smugglin' on feet.

Huh, soda, soda, shit, you got a fit or not?,
I'm a fizz, the soda's hit your fuzz.

Smugglin' on feet, nah.

But there's more of it, hoh.

I wanna chub on me,
I'm puttin' my bitch on.

Throw that bitch to the floor,
make her put in your face.

Huh.

I'm gonna put in your face,
huh.

Low-lots on my suit,
hoh.

Low-lots on my glock,
huh.

So I'm a glock,
and I'm like, you know I'm tryin' to do.

You know what I'ma do.

Mad dog, rollfish in the creeper.

Lime bar, wild, wild, wild, huh.

So shit, I'm tipsy right here.

Yeah, but yummy better chicken carob.