And my coke come white, like barkley wife Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin And who gives a fuck bout, who's spirits is better? As long as my shit is dope when I put it together Me and swizz with another one, hot forever And you can call violator, for show that you whoof I like a swizz beat, shit already come with a hook, it go These bitches full of glicthes Cause they snitch to much you do that to much We will load you on tha bus and ship your ass I got a pocket full of mass and I got a new task Take out tha snitches and bitches and maybe in hip hop There will be no more glicthes get at ya boy Hey yo hype show them bitches that right We dont need no mo glitches it time For tha hype, so close tha 9 and have a good time Mutha fucka I want ya to holla back slime, holla back slime Hey yo this tha last verse ma pull out ya purse Na ma dont do that fucka this isnt tha last verse You see thugs on tha street wit nothin to eat Y I made this beat for tha people strugglin in tha street Ya know who I be h.y.p.e. These snitches aint got time To open they eyes and see they bitches and now its time To holla back slime,holla back slime, Yo dis tha end of tha song all of my people I want ya to holla back slime, slime slime It hype time now it holla back slime, holla back slime Yo dis aint tha end Ya it is yo to all tha bitches buy my mutha fuckin Cd u dum ass snitches