text: Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
  When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
  Drive a little bit—then it hits, oh shit!
  You just drove down the road to Yung Plagues pit
  With a pit in the yard
  Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
  Bury your bones till dawn
  Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
  Bitch, Ill sleep when Im dead
  Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
  From my fucking feet up to my head
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
  On my Ps and Qs, I refuse to be broke as shit
  Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
  Aint got no friends, they all turned snitch
  Trust no one, they bound to switch
  Trust no bitch, just give em dick
  Dirty South pimp with the gold on my wrist
  Empty the clip till the chamber go click
  No faking, no flodgin, my record legit
  Im bankin and dodgin from Five-O, my clique
  Cut Throat cut dope with the all black blade
  Sniff coke, fuck hoes while Im layin in the shade
  I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave
  And if you cant tell, bitch, Im fucking insane
  Pop, pop, pop, pop! Make the bodies go drop
  Bustin these suckas and swervin on cops
  Almighty 59, aint got time for no opps
  Six-six-six, Im so damn hot