My partner done came out the kennel
Say there's a chip on my shoulder
I want you to eat a little chip
Big black truck with the rims
Step on that boy, ain't talking no Timb
He don't got that fire, can't jump out the gym
Feel like I'm Barney I slide him
Feel like I'm Barney I slide him
We approaching that boy and take your little ratchet
Know I got that fire, I shoot at your daddy
I point at the boy, you know they attacking
Morale I'm toting the cannon
Morale I'm toting the cannon
I ain't got time to be dealing you nagging
Tactical shit, with the attachment
Wipe that boy out someone give me a napkin