[Verse 1]
These niggas squares
These rappas’ lame
Military swag, nigga, call me major payne
But it’s goin’ down
Like water in the drain
Layup, erection, nigga, I go hard in the paint
No homo shit
No Dennis Rodman
Hoes pussy poppin’
I got ya’ daughter boppin’
I see you window shoppin’
I’m shoppin’ for the haters
It’s goin’ down like the tenth floor to the first floor
On the elevator
[?] swag nigga
But I never bluff
I transform these hoes, like Shia Labeouf
I got that lean on me I stay double cupped
And we scream fuck the world so we get thе pussy stuck

[Chorus]
[?]
It’s a glare
You got one cup? I got spares
Bеat the pussy like a snare
Fuck the bitches by the benz
Run up, if you dare
Got the choppas in the chair
‘Lil Shredda is the man
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah

[Verse 2]
My flow sick
None of these niggas immune
Smoke a blunt at 12:00
Nigga, call it high noon
These rappas’ weld Let me go and get my harpoon
Animated Lamborghini’s nigga, call that shit a Cartoon
I’m eatin’ rappas’ let me go and get my soup spoon
Pistol to ya’ head and leave yo’ whole house Maroon
Shredda act a ass
Call me a Buffoon
And money come by the waves here comes a typhoon
I be blowin’ money
Hell yeah I’m big spender
And I’m confusing these niggas
Like if Ellen changed genders
And I bend these hoes
I’m the air bender
Yeah I fuck this rap game
And I came in her

[Chorus]
[?]
It’s a glare
You got one cup? I got spares
Beat the pussy like a snare
Fuck the bitches by the benz
Run up, if you dare
Got the choppas in the chair
‘Lil Shredda is the man
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
(Haha)
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
(Haha)
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Throw the money in the air
And Say Yeah
Yeah Say Yeah
And Say Yeah

[Outro]
Swangin’ for the fence I play for the [?]
Bitches tellin’ me
“Hello, good morning” like diddy
Money out the ass
Stacks super shitty
And I kill these rappas’ and I still have no pity
Kill em’