[Intro: Mike Gip]
Yeah, listen up man
I'ma give y'all niggas a couple of seconds, you know?
Come clean about some shit, you lying ass niggas
You better stop that, boy you better stop that

[Verse 1: Mike Gip]
Okay now listen, here's a proposition
Let's go into the kitchen, time to do the dirty dishes
Claimin' that you fucking bitches, and you killing all the snitches
All that shit is fabricated nigga, faker than extensions
I'm just reminiscin' how shit used to be
Back when baggy pants used to be flee
And back when I had your girl sitting in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Now she all on me, we F-U-C-K-I-N-G
I just give her what she need, you begging screaming please
You all on your knees while I got her on her knees, boy please
I'm a mack, never nothing less
You're the type to get gassed like hess
I'm about green and I'm fly like a jet
I hit it, then I kicked her off the bus like next

[Hook: Mike Gip]
Oh you got a strap? Man I don't give a fuck
Put that shit down bitch boy, knuckle up
You never ever let it ring, who you shot at?
You better stop that, boy you better stop that
Fucking model broads, man you a fucking lie
Selling work on the strip, nigga where's the white?
How you killing snitches when you been a rat?
You better stop that, boy you better stop that

[Verse 2]
I know a lot of actors in this music shit
Kitty litter ass niggas, so full of shit
I'm from the Garden so you know I gotta' talk mine
Got these niggas faces sour like they're sucking on a lime
I'm a lil nigga with the mind of a beast
Down south flow, I thought y'all niggas from the east?
Oh you're tough? Oh
You love the beef? So
How come when you're brought the beef, you ain't tryna eat?
She throwing the pussy at you, why you ain't tryna beat?
Oh I forgot you gotta' put a molly in her drink
Ooh I'm 'bout to make these niggas hot
They're sizzling like the work in their pot, not
Fuck y'all and who y'all represent
Speaking in general, but where it if the shoe fits
I'm a greasy ass nigga, I'm like that
You ain't like that, boy you better stop that

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Claiming you a real nigga, you fugaz
I can see right through you with my two eyes
Got your shorty with me nigga I ain't talking Plies
She's right on my side like a small fry
Lying ass niggas
Crying ass nigga
Whining ass niggas
Kill your self suicide ass niggas
Bitch ass niggas
Cop a brick then sniff ass niggas
See the boys start snitching ass niggas
You ain't whipping work, where your kitchen at nigga?