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[Intro]
Let me tell you b*tches something (yo)
You b*tches should be thankful (uh-huh)
Look you b*tches should be thankful you got somebody like me to point your finger at

[Verse 1: Info Gates]
It's safe to say your boy is bugging till he breathless
I'm puzzled how they ain't second-guessing these press kits
I'm out the loop and I ain't hip to what the trends is
I been depressed, desperate, reckless, yada yada
Now I'm checking my percentages, I said it, I meant it
I ain't the type of dude to make a mess and dip like F it
I ain't did it, I ain't taking credit
I ain't never took a p*ss and called it Manischewitz
You ain't even gotta stick your pinky and tell me it's dope
Got 'em writing polar name even smelling the smoke
On my mama, I'ma drop this, drop a knowledge on that noggin' (noggin')
Not gonna negotiate, it's not an option, yo what's up with Info
Why he always peeking out the window
He paranoid like he moving cane like we did Lorenzo
They wanna jump in my lane, just to move slowly
sh*t they pull is too phony
b*tch I'm Bullet-Tooth Tony, look

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Just let me vibe with the beat
I'm not one of your ordinary, you ain't liver than me
They saying that I'm one of a kind and I would agree
You ain't never ever see a better version of me, look