But they ain`t knowin` no
What you talkin` bout, you fumblin` game out your mouth
Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route
Cause cream ain`t to be fucked with, and that`s the truth this gamology
Better soak it up and be a hundred proof
Cause you can`t be the shit, slangin` woof tickets
You better buy you some, stick with it cause game is unlimited
Flippin` shit rippin` shit
Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild
But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do
But they P-H me behind my back, why don`t you do that, raps are through
Talkin` loud is sayin` nothin`, your ass is bluffin`
Just cause everyone is ?, rappin` don`t mean that you gonna be slumpin`
I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin` pulled
Them player hater searches are makin` Young Ren a criminal
Really though, you don`t know shit, I put that on my dick
Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It`s all about my grip
Surrender to my will, submit to my game
My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank
Doja sticky who`s with me, yo you ain`t no
That this the mackaholic straight lacin` you hoes
Day to day I`m forced to deal with this bullshit
Motherfuckers runnin` around with a hole in they lip
Just a talkin` loud but ain`t sayin` a damn
Then when I come around smilin` in my face like we pals
Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that`s how I am
And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious
Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut
Dear Lord forgive me but my future`s lookin` dirty and plain
I don`t see shit but the motherfuckin` paper I make
My daughter`s older and now she talkin` to me
And she makin` more sense than these punks on the street
Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way
Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain`t no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo`
I wamp stack in ? by spittin` it real, movin` the crowd
Niggas say they do, but don`t do, they just talk loud
Why you loud talkin` when you should be stackin` mayo
Recognize this hustle not erdayo
Your game is frail, smash you like play dough
Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo`- fo`
Cause your mouth is runnin`, and it`s time for gunnin`
Your brain is numbin`, off them hot slugs that are hummin`
Suckas loud mouth, fakin` all the funk
Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I`m tearin` shit up
No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain`t shit
I don`t play, go the wrong way, I`m flippin` yo` script
I`m from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G
With the mackaholic, spittin` game
Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin` your fame
You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don`t got
Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won`t give a fuck
Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down
It`s a new brand year
Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin` wild
Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I`m terrible
Oh no I thought you knew, don`t be surprised
I fucked with the foundation nation true
Who`s to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch
Inside out with your mouth full of dick
So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd
With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud
Yeah
Motherfuckers bout be runnin` faster than Luis and shit
You know what I`m talkin` about
Shit
Talkin` loud but sayin` nothin`
I ain`t sayin` shit
I don`t know
Motherfuckers just so lame in the game
Better just recognize
Trick ass bitch better listen
Soaks ya like a spunge
Do shit my way
And get hung, biyatch
Hoes get hung
Motherfuckers wanna know
Doja sticky
Clickin` when it`s finished
And mackaholic and we out
