My nigga silent night, deadly night
I can't be barrin' you bitches
I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Like they think that I'm crazed
How you bumpin' our shit
Crunchy catch that trick back on that
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
We been in this shit you rookie bitch
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
And fold them up like aluminium foil
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
But the Infamous know you
Fall to the earth [unverified]
Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I can't be barrin' you bitches
Heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga
Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks
I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
Know your momma taught you better
Why you haters be lackin'?
Never try to diss a player
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay?
Stick them bitches for riches
I can't be barrin' you bitches
Maybe I can kill you now
Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
I can't be barrin' you bitches
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus, you Satan
I say we marchin' and steppin'
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Tell them to bring them toys
Fuckin' around with Three to Six
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
[Unverified] 4 clickas
Ways he still remember them punks
I'll make you niggas duck and run
And keep loadin' them guns
Stick them bitches for riches
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
Stick them bitches for riches
So and so and toe and toe, I take the flow
'Cause a nigga givin' these blessings
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
Then you turn around an you diss?
Takin' 'em one by one
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
Like that fog up in my face
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Let me see who it be, shh psych boy
Starin' at a fuckin' weapon
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
You wouldn't want to step
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Probably I should call the boys
I can't be barrin' you bitches
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
Ain't no [unverified] out this place
Always dissin' with rappin'
Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin'
Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see
That's when I start, when I start creepin' like a hitman
'Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked
I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk
Until the job is done
I can't be barrin' you bitches
Infamous coke has got no heart
Or stall around and kill you later
Grab that gat cocked and handle
Plenty weapons we packin'
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
Ain't going out like no bitch
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
I can't be barrin' you bitches
See you like a dog you fetching
Make his eyes close
I can't be barrin' you bitches
We gonna bust them bitches
