I aint even about to go wait for the drop

First off I'ma go right to Ceecill

Take his head off make it pop like a pencil

Grimmmy wanna talk, I'ma do that boy like Slashest

I'ma get the sword, then I sliced off his mental

I'm the real Quandale, suck my dingle

Zeph is a hoe, he a bitch when I see him

They got me revved up and I'm going for Buko

I turn to a demon if they wanna see it

(bish)

God flow, but they know I'm a rap god

He talking on the net, we gon get that boy slap boxed

They think I'ma G, but I walk like a goat

I put that boy in a pack, I'm the number one Pack God

Like a Naruto episode, you a mother frickin filler

If you saying that you will, I'm the prod. I'm Willer

And if they say that dissing is one of the drugs, then I think

Honestly I think that I'm the dealer

I- only go for blood like a homicidal killer

Gimme Grimmmy, I'ma have to hit him with a pillar if they see me

I'ma have to hit him with a choppa or a simmy

Ion think they really gotta problem

Damn y'all fucked up putting us on the same song

It's me and Aqua 'bout to put y'all to shame

All of y'all are some bums, who you tryna save face for?

I think you should go back to your mother's basement

Fuck a ****'s feelings, I aint retracting a statement

Why Ceecill look like he 40? He ancient

We got Team 4's mom's in the fucking rotation

I don't sneak diss **** I make it blatant

Packgod getting packed up, what he sayin doesn't matter

All I hear is "yap yap" can you please just cut the chatter

Just because you rap fast don't mean that you any better

Packgod taking backshots from KSI

Mix your own vocals, give that shit a try

It's Quandale Dingle here, I got the 9

Team 4's producer wasn't there, what's that like?

Me and Aqua cook you all in the fye

If you not team Oreo than lil bitch, its up

Buko out sad, he don't get any woman huh

Watch party, watch y'all lose on the cinema

Y'all not winning this you better off giving up

Hate when they talk on my name bitch

**** when I walk in the room I'ma have four triggers

Got one for your gang

Got one for your mom

Got one for your sister

and your number one hitta

Move in the room like I'm Wu-Tang ****

Hit him with the big stick going boom bang ****

I don't give a damn bout no teams

If I go for your head I'ma go for your roommate ****

Lil boy, really wanna talk on the net

Make his head spray down like the OLED can

Not the OLED can but the Kool-Aid Man

When the choppa got boom, it be like "Oh, yeah!"

Wow, aye, I gotta do what it takes

Clock out the mofucking shift, when I look at my phone I'm like "how many bands did I make?"

Any damn team that aint us I can look at your momma and see she think you a mistake

Yeah I could talk shit for fun, but, I came here just to say it to ya face

I make a pussy wanna quit music

Man that shit trash, man that shit fruitless

Wanna talk on me bitch, better get to it

Stuck in traffic, hope y'all never get through it

At the red light, hope your pillow warm on both sides

Hope you go out shopping for a new shirt, and, everything is out of your size

Damn, my homies cuter than your guys