Becky said she wouldn't fuck wit me cause I'm a scholarJoanin' on my duck head, cats with starch collarsNow she rob my jack-jet, it's from my Alma MaterSince I got they coke wet bitch, guns nigga hollaStraight from Bucks County, she says her sister's so simplePrecisely why state cops should bear instrumentalsReppin' love since she moved off campus at templeLook, Britney Spears, oops! Nutted on your dimplePoppy pop these, you can't pass for Puerto RicanPop these nuts, don't touch my damn VicoSpank got the alphabet, any letter of your likingThe Os, the Ks, the Js, and age and weight, please no fighting[Hook]Coke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga hollaCoke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga hollaCoke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga hollaCoke and wet, bitch, guns, nigga hollaHemp hackey-sacking motherfuckers pulled the competitionFuckin' wit my scrillaNow I'm trying to figure how to make these sacks biggerBecky got that ditch-ass connectBut they know from pulling triggers-I'm warring bitchI ain't fuckin' wit them niggasI'll just cook a score of crackFlip a pin into D.C. in the '80s with the blacksSo just walk full of j-do, pimps and crackwhore JapsThat's big money stackThat's Cum Laude stackThat's Wall Street, Donald Trump, bass grilla stackBeat, more on the matFinna forty nightly slumping garishBumping to the Ruba and I'm skeeted off that doigt[Hook]
