It's somethin' I do Ain't got nothin' to do With the frontin' you do Or your fuck ass crew Fuck what you think Fuck what you say 'Cause I'mma be the dog all day

Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it! Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! We fucked up, let us in the club One of y'all niggas

You told me before we're over You gave me the cold shoulder Now my pockets like boulders But, fuck you, you fucked me over Fuck you, you fucked me over I ain't got time for no diva Especially when it came from Pleasers I've got too much ahead of me Give

Too deep (yeah yeah) This shit too deep Too deep (too deep) for me Getting too deep (yeah yeah) I argue with my side thing (yuh) Way more than my main thing (yuh) I thought we were just fucking I can't fall in love for nothing I can't lie to you for

I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame, say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right, what? (fuck, me!) Oh! Oh! Oh! Say it (make love to me) Oh! Oh! Oh!

(How do you like me now?) Like a fucking dream I'm living in Baby love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah I've finally found you Oh,

With you, with you, with you, with you again I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I'm barely standing on the ground Dear head, shut up I can't listen no more It's late, so shut up Is one

Wish I had no expectations All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed But I expect, you expect, we expect With no confrontation I really wish we could talk about it instead Up in bed, all alone Wondering

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick

You ain't gotta leave Put you in a room But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill?