(Grt ah) I'm way ahead, I'm way ahead, I'm way ahead, I'm way ahead of these niggas Ah, Yeah, yeah

I'm way ahead of these niggas, not nothing on me

I keep a stick in these Number (N)ine jeans

She wanna fuck, she a fan, she a fiend

Score for the paint and I'm shootin' for green

Yeah, yeah, stick hit em he gone now

Yeah, yeah, turn your ass to a donut

And she wanna fuck with a young nigga, bitch, I'm a loner

Bitch I done hopped out my feelings and turned to a stoner

She got good brains, I call her diploma

When this stick hit his body, it hit em like toaster