[Spoken Intro]



[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Compton Kendrick, something splendid

Yeah I'm in this B-I-itch

No I.D., I be a G, exclude every other alphabet

Every time I D.I.P., I need all of my Ruffle chips

Duffle bag full of Frito Lay, it'll be okay

Don't call OJ because I'm on some killer shit

K Dot in his killer whip

K Dot with his killer dime broadcasted on Channel 9

Lay back, let my seat recline

Rolling like 2 miles per hour

I was with success, I don't know where y'all were

You see it's funny how I do this thing

Throw 'em in the pond cause these pawns wish they knew this king

Say they word is bond like Double 07's service team

They be head servicing, get off my dick

I lay it down so cold, you would swore that I was half Eskimo

In bucket seats below zero

Oh it's me, I'm showing out, I get it crackin'

They never fill my void when I'm absent



[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Every time I come through, through, through, through

They be on it so thirsty, thirsty

Hoes they be boppin' so thirsty, thirsty

Haters they be watching so thirsty

Yeah, you too, too, too

You be on it so thirsty, thirsty

Hoes they be boppin' so thirsty, thirsty

Haters they be watching so thirsty



[Verse 2: Terrace Martin]

Why you always acting funny

Ain't never got no money

You say you dope, but you's a dummy

Lying to the hoes and your homies

About you're doing this and that

Saying always who ya with

Nigga, you thirsty

Nigga, you's a bitch, bitch, bitch

See all the time that you spending

Runnin' 'round town, pillow talking and hating on me

You need to stop talking bout me

Cause your bitch want a guy like me

And you wanna be me, but you can't can't

And you ain't, ain't, ain't



[Hook]



[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]

Man you niggas forever thirsty

Doing suicides in the desert in Albuquerque

I'm a fundraiser for Kanye

Cause I got them good bars, but I ain't selling Hershey's

Emperor like Xerces

Niggas say they players but ain't never had a jersey

King James, I'm a legend way before my thirties

Sent from the heavens, I'm a reverend to you clergies

I swear I do you dirty

Covered in that purple got me feeling like Percy

Harvin, got these rappers starving at my mercy

No disrespect to Terrace Martin

But I run circles round these tracks like Kentucky Derby

You see me with a white bitch, you swear I'm fucking Fergie

Putting money in a safe, look like I'm stuffing a turkey

Plus the way that I be dressing got your girl down south

Like the state that I be repping

She slurps me, til I'm dehydrated

Elated, blowing on this 3-5, faded

New clothes, you never see my Levi's faded

Bitch I'm buzzing like a bee hive, East Side's greatest

Now I'm working with producers

That I never thought that I would work with in the future

Underground cause my verse is in the sewer

Thirsty ass niggas, there's beverages in the cooler

Loser!



[Hook]