Lil Wyte mutha fukin' Lil' Wyte straight from the N-town mutha fuka
DJ Paul dont play we bout ta what?
Lil Wyte yall aint ready fo this shit we fixin to crash da mutha fukin' club dawg
DJ Paul you aint drunk nigga
Lil Wyte you aint drunk mutha fuka
DJ Paul its goin down HC mutha fukin P the creators of the crunk shit we bout to tear this mutha fuka up den crash da club bitch
Lil Wyte most of ya mental scars outlinin ya inside bars gripin yo needle heart kiss my blood n hata by heart when the fuck u gonna start to recognizin life is a game its always da same da dice u rollin aint bout the change im snatchin yo change reinversin u is the pain its all on the main n mrs. direction he makes his fame i aint bout that fame im bout that cheese n its bout that brains so fuk yo whole name with few my papers lackin sum thangs im startin all ova the composition stinkin like odors n i thot i told ya when i come thru im crushin like boulders im hard to top tru destiny my fetish come knockin whatever i drop but even yo beast cant touch what i got u whilin or not if so bring all yo beef to the spot hope u gotcho glock im strappin no hesitant to pop so back yo words up n keep on chokin out on that cock you like it or not its Everlast that aint bout to stop
Lil Wyte (8x) We bout to crash da club throw sum chairs
Lil Wyte rotten core to the bone wit no way home n destination bitch i see u flyin by n u implyin that ive been tradin bitch n i helped ya out i put yo name across the nation bitch n i got the chance its all the jealousy up in ya bitch now how do ya think ya gonna get a piece of my wealth? i created scopin n made myself