The Law and the Fist - Leszek Możdżer

Damn (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Fuck! Fuck! I'm finna cop a new whip and hit skip on you niggas I pull up and get it cracking, I don't care about your feelings I'ma take you now, I burn a nigga building You a germ, lil' nigga and I end up in the ceiling Chillin' in the crib with the Silver Wulf missing You won't find this on Airbnb listed Let them niggas talk, but you ain't never gotta listen I don't give a shit, you gotta pay for my attention, bitch Fuck! Shut the fuck up, while I'm taking an attendance Fuck nigga one, two, three in the building I ain't finna play with nobody cheer Niggas wanna hate, 'cause they hate the way they living Don't play me, I ain't in the nigga business Unless he talk tough, then I'ma make him wash dishes I'ma stop trippin', only under one condition Kill yourself now, when I got to be a witness I pulled a little bitch and I ain't even use ascendants (huh) Bitch, trip lil' nigga, you will never be a winner You can't even be a runner-up contender I made in a week, what you made in the winter Dumping through the cash, up until I get a splinter Pull up so clean, you can tell I'm no beginner (huh) Bitch