Whoopty, b-i-t-c-h, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf
B-i-t-c-h, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece
You can have your b-i-t-c-h back, she a groupie
She just s-w-a-l-l-o-w-e-d all my kids in the two-seat
Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them g-a-t-s out
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the '42, I'm b-l-o-w-i-n-g her b-a-c-k out
I'm back on my b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t, swing back with a full clip
They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting
I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris