[Verse] Yeah, yeah You are now rockin with the illest, the illest Im cheffin with the skillets Play the game, now I call the shots like Im Billis, yeah Movin paper in The Office like Im Phyllis Lookin high, turn the tables like Im Skrillex Swear I was the nice guy, they turned me to the villain Way they look at me all condescending, I just made a killin They dont know I guess I dont fit the mold Everybody runnin hella game, I just pick and roll Roll down to the east side Old choes get the peace sign Ocho with the Bengals That chos a diva Spent a year in the desert Now its back to the freezer Now its back to remindin the cats that caught the amnesia Its me Im Pack, and Im back for the rest of it, nice to meet ya Ooh yeah I like them chicks Ooh yeah they got them big booties That get them all in the clubs without they licenses Seven days a week and now they never know what night it is Oh my, oh my
illest, billis, chos, yeah, cheffin