[Thugga]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a ni**a for his work
And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan lap
Ni**a, I demand stacks
I ain’t playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying Macks

All type of guns with accessories
I’m like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy ni**as can’t stand next to me
I’ve got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
Ni**as ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate pussy in the can.. Frisky

[Raw Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these ni**as kissing ass, but they can’t say shit
I’m just here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I’m sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane, it’s right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don’t wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can’t stop f**kin with these hoes
But I say I’m just doing me
Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward ni**a
Mason street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to free my ni**a B
I ain’t the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f**king guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your f**king mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you’re hard cause
You know you’ve been a ho
I told you out the gate I’m not the fake
I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way

[Flow]
Money over bitches, bitch I’m coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I’m coming for your neck
Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X
I’m a motherf**king monster
I rap like I’m possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I’m a Eastside native, all my ni**as Soo Woopin’
They went crazy when they heard I had a song
With Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
F**k your producer
I’m the one that be producing my music
I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an Otterbox
Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket
Kill a ni**a have him thinking that he planking

[Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”
Didn’t I change the game and put my motherf**king team on
Now let my chopper ring
“Baka!” is my ringtone
F**k you ho-ass ni**as, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
“Pop!” case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf**king overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them ni**a’s like Stocktons
Got some ni**as from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!