Ran off with your shyt hit the Jellystone lick,
Cold Casing your place with my cousin’s spit.
DA had the kit bytch I know all your tricks
Jury said it quick man these charges won’t stick.
Bear bytches, baskets and honey
I bought with your money.
Raided your fridge, creek, and jeep
Cause I knew you were fronting.
Slid your kitchen curtains to peep
But I know you ain't comin
And I’m cutting back next week
This time for your woman.