[Thugga]
 I pop some Percocets
 Then I pop some Xanax
 Sitting back, strapped, [bad word]  Plotting on your man next
 Jack a [bad word] for his work
 And stretch it like some Spandex
 He hesitate, I spray and leave him
 Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax
 [bad word]  I keep that anthrax
 I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
 Shoot off your Sedan lap
 [bad word]  I demand stacks
 I ain’t playing, black
 [bad word]  I be spraying Macks

 All type of guns with accessories
 I’m like Cosby for the bills
 I need mills like Stephanie
 [bad word] niggas can’t stand next to me
 I’ve got dope and ecstasy
 Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
 80s baby but my soul from the 70s
 Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
 Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil [bad word]  please
 Tune ate [bad word] in the can.. Frisky

[Raw Dizzy]
 I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
 Now these niggas kissing [bad word]  but they can’t say [bad word]  I’m just here to separate the real from the fake [bad word]  I told you, I [bad word] n I’m sorry for the wait
 I gotta get this money
 Mane, it’s right here in my face
 I got the Devil on my back
 I don’t wanna be up in that place
 My mom tell me to be safe
 I just [bad word] in these streets
 I can’t stop [bad word] with these hoes
 But I say I’m just doing me
 [bad word]  I’m a 9th Ward [bad word]  Mason street, D& That Flordia right by the they need to free my [bad word]  I ain’t the type of person to [bad word] from no beef
 Those [bad word] guns are gonna be bursting
 Somebody knocked off their feet
 So watch your [bad word] mouth
 Before you end up on that floor and stop
 Acting like you’re hard cause
 You know you’ve been a ho
 I told you out the gate I’m not the fake
 I gotta say it, please excuse
 Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way

[Flow]
 Money over [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] for the check
 Vampire living, [bad word] [bad word] for your neck
 Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X
 I’m a [bad word] monster
 I rap like I’m possessed
 Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
 The game is a [bad word]  hold her down and rape her
 Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters
 We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
 I’m a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopin’
 They went crazy when they heard I had a song
 With Lil Tunechi, [bad word] 
 Get some ice and pour my Sprite
 And light my bong and my doobies
 [bad word] your producer
 I’m the one that be producing my music
 I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
 Pot is in me
 Drop ya like an Otterbox
 Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket
 Kill a [bad word] have him thinking that he planking

[Lil Wayne]
 All-red plaid shirt, skinny [bad word] jeans on
 Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”
 Didn’t I change the game and put my [bad word] team on
 Now let my chopper ring
 “Baka!” is my ringtone
 [bad word] you ho [bad word] niggas, I get money and get over hoes
 We hold court with them heaters
 “Pop!” case open/closed
 Looking for a [bad word] to hop up on my totem pole
 And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
 I get loaded til I [bad word] overload
 Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes
 Ask them [bad word]  I told em hoes
 They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero
 Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
 Pull em hammers out [bad word] them [bad word] s like Stocktons
 Got some niggas from my city
 Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
 Sorry 4 the [bad word] soon, Carter IV, beyotch!