Big facts
We come in, hit you motherf*ckers with a bitchslap
You'll get this gooch up in your face, I'll let you kiss that
I smoke too much weed I keep on getting so distract
While I'm tryna chit chat
I don't write no diss tracks
I just sit back, let your girl proceed to lick that
She gave me that kit cat then I break it off like Kit Kat
(you forgot your things...)
I'm like I don't want my shit back
When I'm up on stage, get it poppin like a big shant
I think you sound like a bitch, you should probably settle down
Your girl gives me piggyback rides, that's how I get around
I'm sick of your faces, need to leave this ghetto town
Play this shit when they ask, you how the Devil sounds
You might think my name was Jesse, way I'm always dressed in pink man
Don't grab it, that's a stalefish, the pussy really stink man
She the type to take pics with her booty on the sink man
I'm the type that gets the booty and rum is my drink man
I'm the shit man
You're the bottom of the bag like a mothaf*ckin cul-de-sac
And you know that we never been afraid to cut the f*ckin slack
Slepton Records come on in with the blade yeah, the f*ckin cult is back
(GET YOUR SHIT SLICED)
Settle down
Settle down
Settle down
Settle down