₉⁹₉ None of these motherfuckers could touch me I don't give a fuck if you think you could I'll still beat your ass like you from another hood Still smokin' Woods, still givin' bitches wood In a wishin' well 'cause I still wish a nigga would Haha, you ain't shit to a boss Rev her up like an engine until it give her exhaust All these rappers I'm killing, I'm turning into a villain My Nina be a horny bitch the way I'm getting her off Randy Moss for your boy how I'm pickin' 'em off I'm pickin' 'em out, these other niggas chickenin' out I'm chewin' 'em up, pause, then I'm spittin' 'em out I'm bein' general, don't make me start singlin' out First things first, bitch, keep my name out your mouth Before the doctor have to take your fuckin' brain out your mouth I may just show up to your next concert with a AK Just to see what all that fuckin' hype is about Now it's blood on my Louis V's Bad bitch like my clothes, came from overseas Ex-girl gettin' mad, said she over me Knowin' damn well that I'm still in them ovaries Bitch, please, I see bullshit around me, ho's tryna clown me As soon as I get money, I bet them bitches surround me All my money goin' to new clothes and wardrobes So I can't help but be fresher than Downy Orange VLONE like I'm straight out the county Louis Vuitton don mixed up in Givenchy Same way Hennessy mix up in Bacardi, haha Damn, so how the fuck you gon' stop me?