Yeah, these **** ain't shit but some pussy

He thinkin' he him, so I gave him a cookie

I drown in the sauce, man, I feel like A Boogie

I frown to yo' songs, ****, you is a rookie

That **** done owe me some bread and he surely ain't dippin' away

Pussy boy paid it fully

I got him on sticks like a puppet, he Woody

If this was a musical, he gettin' bullied by everybody that's walkin'

The nerds and the staff and the hoes and the **** that's tardy

That boy started cryin', I pressed my left timb on his face and he folded, I didn't say sorry

That **** been talkin' on gang, so we slicin' him up like the vines that be in the safari

I heard all his songs and his boys steady tellin' him that he a spitter, he spittin' malarkey

Line him in red if he step to my circle, boy we got a ball outside like Target

I lit him up, hid him under the carpet, he twitch from the static, the chopper was sparking

I hit yo' bitch from the back one time and she really said that my dick was the largest

WDFA and I Downhill Slide in this bitch and I'm really gon' catch me a body

Five-star whip, I peel off diabolical

Shoot through yo' skin and yo' teeth and yo' molecules

When the pistol got a dick it's inaudible

Hickory dickory dockery blick

He saw the clock when the glock went tick

Blood on my fit and my watch so drip

We done bloodied the ground like a pen with no ink

**** know that I'm him, I'm the one with the shits

He better not think he the shit cause I got somethin' for him

He copy his life out of them Quora forums

He livin' a life of no stress and some fortune

That **** ain't never shot or ripped an organ

That fraud, he don't know what he talkin' 'bout

Rap about larceny, that bread was never found

Rap about movin' them bricks, never had a pound

Rap about gunfire, he never heard the sound

Rockin' this bitch, get him down to the fuckin' ground

Yeah, that's yo' bitch and she givin' me 50 rounds

Run up, I empty the clip, I got 50 rounds

.40 colt catchin' him slippin', we get him down

Rambo leave him leaking, he layin' face down

Bitch on her knees, I be fuckin' her face now

Pussy ****, put that boy in his place now

Pop him dead, Tay-K, I did me the race now

We finna grease him like he was some takeout

I need some tree and some brain and a payout

Me and his bitch probably fuck and gon' make out

Hit me a lick off this verse, that's a payout

The pistol gon' make that lil' pussy boy break out

That **** be goofin', his life is a fake out

He thinkin' he woke, he a lil' Andrew Tate now

Sike, puttin' his kidney for trade now

You **** is some dumb bitches, I hate you

Your music hurtin' crazy, I need some tissues (Uh)

Pull up, all my **** totin' them missiles

I get the pistol, turn the bitch to a cripple

I crash in this bitch like a motherfuckin' cymbal

Your set finna double up, I'm bringin' triple

He said he got bitches, that **** be single

Not even no single bitches wanna mingle

With your ugly ass ****

You dirty as shit, bitch, stupid ass

Damn