[Chorus - 2x]

Why you all in my business

Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1

Is it cause that my game's tight

I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night



[Verse 1: High Beam]

It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night

White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright

I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks

She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit

Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there

For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down

And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug

In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug

Wave your number rolling going to get bent

Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent

He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass

But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass

Is it cause that I'm known to bust

So quick to bump a bad bitch that y'all known to trust

So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck

Man don't even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front



[Chorus - 2x]



[Verse 2: Todd Nitty]

Foul, god damn you hagging

Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic

Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing

While these bitches trying to find out who am I screwing

And I'm so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossip

And I'm, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppers

They actually post up at the end of my block

Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot



(*cop voice*)



[Todd Nitty]

And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on me

Man I'm out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed

Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive

Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass