“Ay Shiquanda!”
“Ya’ no dat nasty tyrell?”
“He be lyin’ when he tell them ho’s”

I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah

Welfare checks
Aint need no advice
‘Cause we gon’ drink kool-aid all night
And baby we gon getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah
Gonna escape from the popo at night
Shoot up some bitches tonight
And baby we gon’ getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah

Anytime the government come knockin’ on the front door
You know it aint shit to hide the weed in the floorboards
Wanted for possessing cocaine
2 million dollar bond on that shit I swear
Yeah I want some Popeye’s, I need some Popeye’s
Long as its deep-fried in grease, old as Great Uncle Bobby
Want hot sauce. I got it. Go get some and try it
Tell them accidental children stop whining’

Welfare checks
Aint need no advice
‘Cause we gon’ drink kool-aid all night
And baby we gon getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah
Gonna escape from the popo at night
Shoot up some bitches tonight
And baby we gon’ getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah

KFC’s the flyest, love the way they fry it
Shit so good ,sworn it aint from the garbage
Hundred STDs all up in my mother’s body
‘Cause everybody know if you itchin, you don’ got it
Long as I money for my weave in my pocket
You aint gotta pay up all the goddamn child support
Five, six seven ho’s workin on the corner
Collard greens and roofies, that’s the shit that I get
My ass gets whatever I want
Shootin’ up any school or bank that I want
And I know that herpes really burns like hell
Just rub lotion all up on that rash like that
Yeah I want some Popeye‘s, need some Popeye’s
Long as its deep-fried in grease, old as Great Uncle Bobby
Want hot sauce?, I got it. Go get some and try it
Tell them accidental children stop whining’

Welfare checks
Aint need no advice
‘Cause we gon’ drink kool-aid all night
And baby we gon getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah
Gonna escape from the popo at night
Shoot up some bitches tonight
And baby we gon’ getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah

I’m talkin jugs of drank
At Wal-Mart, alright
Let me put grape Nyquil in yo life
All the food stamps expired, that just aint right
Let me put grape Nyquil in yo life
That’s right, I want some Popeye‘s, need some Popeye’s
Long as its deep-fried in grease, old as Great Uncle Bobby
Want hot sauce?, I got it. Go get some and try it
Tell them accidental children stop whining’

Welfare checks
Aint need no advice
‘Cause we gon’ drink kool-aid all night
And baby we gon getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah
Gonna escape from the popo at night
Shoot up some bitches tonight
And baby we gon’ getcho ghetto supplies
I said we gon getcho ghetto supplies
Yeah

“Ay Shiquanda!”