I know you hear this knockin bitch open the door
It's been a long time comin you been waiting for more
Peep my drugstore we got drugs galore
I'm talkin mad flavors you'll be beggin for more
Cup full of something that could fuck up the mood
I keep on stackin all this paper till it touches the moon
Just to blow it all at once like there's nothing to lose
I'm just talkin all this shit pardon me if I'm rude
I heard the party jumpin so I came with the goons
Get the beefing with us and you ain't leaving the room
We got a couple of sticks and I ain't talkin no brooms
I'm getting over you pricks catch me lighting the fume
I'll get the blowin this bitch up there's no holding me back
All you see is smithereens when I'm spittin a rap
The realist thing ever seen decorating the track
Now Im looking like shaq when he's having a snack
This shit to me is easy I'm just letting it clap
Rest my finger on the trigger leave it takin a nap
Hottest shit up on the rack all I'm servin is crack
You can see it through the cracks I ain't talkin no smack
Two sixteens equals thirty two shots
You music feens ain't never heard it this hot
Now I guess it seems I'm just headed to the top
With these raw sick schemes that ain't never gonna flop
I know you hear this knockin bitch open the door
It's been a long time comin you been waiting for more
Peep my drugstore we got drugs galore
I'm talkin mad flavors you'll be beggin for more
Cup full of something that could fuck up the mood
I keep on stackin all this paper till it touches the moon
Just to blow it all at once like there's nothing to lose
I'm just talkin all this shit pardon me if I'm rude
If you ain't talkin money you ain't talkin me
Ain't shit about this funny I got places to be
Yo bitch is lookin yummy and she lookin at me
I got this feeling like I'm hungry guess I'll probably feast
Got bars on lock like the keys on a cop
Makin sure I go as hard as the beat when it knocks
She at the crib chillin in her panties and socks
Beggin me to hurry while she stare at the clock
I'm known to get the spittin always blessin the verse
Getting holy with the writtens got you feeling at church
A raptor to a pigeon we evolved to the worst
Y'all be lookin like some kittens that can fit in a purse
Go ahead and grab the mittens shits about to get hot
Catch me whippin in the kitchen makin love to the pots
Its a vision that was written this was part of the plot
You was talkin you the hottest now it's clear that you not
I know you hear this knockin bitch open the door
It's been a long time comin you been waiting for more
Peep my drugstore we got drugs galore
I'm talkin mad flavors you'll be beggin for more
Cup full of something that could fuck up the mood
I keep on stackin all this paper till it touches the moon
Just to blow it all at once like there's nothing to lose
I'm just talkin all this shit pardon me if I'm rude