1, 2, 3

1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Make cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet

Wit that said I been blessed oh man
'Cause you been fake you frontin' like you did time in the state pen
Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry
Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
The chain red like a caffeine free Coke can
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson
Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself

So damn the critics y'all really fake
Chevy they say we broke up
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti
Confessin' like Usher soft as baby food

1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn
(Oh, yeah)
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of fact

Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch
We got hotter 16s than than R. Kelly tape

1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya place
Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick
We came up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocks
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all some blockbusters
I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin'
Stop spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a break please
Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin'

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
What if Big and Pac woulda got along?
But really was a nerd at Penn State
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across

If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Hold up Joe stop the song
Field Mob the answer to the question
Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't
(Slap)
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya

(What)
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake
Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Fixin to get us off the block like star 82
Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God
And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash