unh yeah i got that boot camp clicc in this muthafucka tonight me my nigga cise we done hooked some smooth shit up for y all and we bout to throw down in this bitch ya heard mes first verse i had plenty of you niggas who that i couldn t do it do what grab the pen and the paper put the fire to the blunt time to get to it fuuuuuck how y all niggas do it she quick to pursue it til his pockets smell like body fluid some niggas be walkin up at the line blow job then slob on my knob bitch i been the shit bitch i been the shit ain t nothin you can do to me what this muthafucka talkin about nigga who me yeah you said who see i m bout z to make gash drivin em out quick fast bout time your muthafuckin ass put a nigga on the muthafuckin map with cha bitch ass wit cha bitch ass  takin how long how long it took it took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a rap song but i m on my winnings in fact now niggas is jealous y all niggas don t faze me hoes gone hate me bust up and then i may get they lips bloody your back nutty aw y all niggas ain t ready for me but if you want me who clamps i m shell bound watch me throw down on my first go round here s our shit properly did it and now you re evicted now admit it fuck that yin yang you talkin behind my back mr hood critics you re all on my dick hun get one lick one shit son talk about me jealous man you re done fuck it it s all good i m not that nigga i m not that nigga i m not that nigga either understood chorus you re all on my dick hun mr hood critic get one only way to keep my muthafuckin name out your muthafuckin mouth is to keep your muthafuckin mouth shut second verse roll like a tank comin cold like a shake every move that i make be smooth like a snake i got what it takes to make your eyes burn hooked up in the jazzy fifth with the pee wee sideburns i dress better than a drug dealer cuz when i jump shop i m on my job nigga 20 20 couldn t see me who you q to the u to the i to the k k i be follow me now open sesame you niggas ain t ready for the best of me i m takin you niggas nuts and givin you bitches a hysterectomy i m comin up fast runnin in more ass sharp as glass bitch you might think this nigga be lickin the pussy cuz my tongue fast hoe but that s a no no oh you mean you don t know mr hood critic told you what i m lickin pussy on the down low now if i d did it i d admit it and walk around proud but tellin no fables on this label pussy eaters ain t allowed now i be comin around the mountain like oh susanna nigga where the fuck you from new orleans louisiana home of the boot camp clicc and now it s time for rest of you muthafuckas to bow down and respect the south shit get your mouth split that s what thing that you can do up with this chemistry the boot camp clicc is droppin bombs on the industry you all on my dick hun mr hood critic the only way to keep my muthafuckin name from out your muthafuckin mouth is to keep your muthafuckin mouth shut g s oh g quikk s a g so want me to creep these hoes i ma keep these hoes on they tippy tippy toes shovin that dick all in your daughter called a nigga fucked a nigga sucked a lil dick but can t get a quarter i m not your everyday extraordinary busta another soldier out that boot camp bustin you dick suckers from walkin round town tryin to call michelle hit slow like shit you jump now nigga ain t nothin colder ain t nothin cooler ooh don t let the smooth ice fool ya cuz i ain t that type of nigga to get my ass kicked caught em talkin cash hit cha ching bitch another smash hit chorus 