We be the infamous u heard of us,

The real sound shit murderer,

Kill any **** on any beat,

Let em know I'm lethal with it Danny Glover,

She tried to Billie Jean the manz but I'll never love her,

I'm on some wavy shit no pun intended,

**** snakes so I just mind my business,

No need for drama less u coming wit it,

I tell a shawty if she down then lets get down to physics,

She say this force we got is plenty I'm tryna peek at her titties I'm honest wit it,

Shuffle these women like cards playing the hand I was dealt so no one can finish the boy,

I'm making hits I'm finna plaster them shits on the board,

If u a lame u can't relate we was born to be hard,

Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway crook,

Scared to death scared to look they shook,

I'm never a rook,

These **** know I ball by the book,

She tell me hit it wit a uppercut like I'm captain hook,

I give her D now her VP shook,

Where the money feigning green,

I need a boat load,

Style always on mr clean yours be on so so,

Shawty fucking with the team well that's a no go,

I like my women virus free,

So I'm a no show,

City of the champions the gate to the west,

U gone have to show me proof if **** think they the best,

I be wilding on the microphone they know it's a wreck,

Make **** that rap against me second guess if they next,

Yeah yeah,

We be the infamous u heard of us,

The one and only I'm tryna have yo girl hop on this pony,

She acting phony,

While these **** smelling worse than baloney,

I'm bout to spazz out,

Cruising in a dodge till I crashed out,

Yo bitch wanna hot box in my whip until she pass out,

Fuck up out my VIP if u ain't lit I need a stash house,

Rolling through my ends like I roll blunts tho,

Shawty got that ass and I can't front tho,

Took his girl and left right out the front door,

Shout out to my **** from New York that's smoking frontos,

Imma have to come and visit pronto,

Jay Laroy I'm popping tell these **** I'm the honcho,

Been had the sauce ask that shawty from Toronto,

**** it go,

Jay to the A Y,

L to the A R, O Y

Tell them boys I been fly I been high,

Creeping like I'm chili couldn't see me out yo left eye,

I guess my,

Steelo got u **** thinking test mine,

All my **** round me and we mobb deep,

I got that sound shit u **** just sound sleep,

And word to prodigy my bars be going postal,

They can come around but they never coming close to,