[Verse 1]
Someone stole my kicks
So I'ma steal their kids
Never shooting bricks
Hitcho with dat stick

[Verse 2]
Diss my skechers
And ops gon' sketch ya
You scared, i betcha
You done messed up
I aim from the waist up
Matter of fact
I aim for the neck
Put your family in debt
Your best bet
Is not to invest in vests
But go to best n less
'N cop a dress
'Cause I must confess
I don't shoot cute n***as