U.B.K. (Undercity's Bad Kids) (feat. TSUYO, Ky Nova & PAYNE)

Is this too cold for you?

Ayo XERØ

Huh

Crossing me, I leave ya stained in sight on y'all Ts

If they wanna gun Powder, I'm here and 'bout to blow up

I left behind the old me

Now I'm getting my paper, you could go see my face on it

Being complacent, couldn't be my state of mind

See 'em all try contesting with me

Said they making art, but I just see 'em tracing mine

Yeah

Like why you gon' bite my shit? 'Cause you seen a threat?

And my flow, had it laid out for 'em

They follow my guideline, but I ain't TOS

I'm T'd up from the moment I started and they wanna give side eyes, all 'cause I been a menace

They gon' play like turn-based, this RPG, I might fire it

So they can peep the message, know I keep a weapon and I dare 'em bring it

I can't keep my mental state together, still if they gon' wanna battle I'll embarrass 'em

You bottom of the barrel, get my barrel spinning

I'm on top of the food chain

Difference 'tween us, I be up and still letting the fans eat

I heard you talk a lot 'bout the vision when you never wit' it and say what you can't see

I been locking in, you bodied, this a mismatch

Problematic, nah, you couldn't fix that

On a mission, I just cannot help it

I'm dropping gems, the ones that cause an impact

Dealing damage, diff' him in his own lane

Don't say I ain't tell 'em 'bout the get back

Climbing ladders, I ain't got no rivals

You left without a title, this a quick match

I don't need attachments

We could get it crackin'

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's bad kids

I don't need attachments

This might be your last wish

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's—

I don't need attachments

We could get it crackin'

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's bad kids

I don't need attachments

This might be your last wish

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's—

(Put that shit on Zaun)

(Undercity's—)

(Undercity's—)

Ayy

Stay wit' my giants

Hit the dash like hyphen

Make 'em lisp, Mike Tyson

On my K/DA type shit

Leagues among my legends

Site this, PAYNE spit, fans like this

Knew they would, I'm psychic

Been a Jinx with a Midas

Touch everything gold when I light it up

Dude Perfect, one shot to a true savage

That do damage, like true damage

I move lavish, like who haven't?

They can't manage the huge fandom in tandem, I do what I do

What I do is outlandish

The motive Arcane, so you don't understand it

I stand as the victor, the future is candid

The canvas is new, so I paint 'em the answer

I've been the cancer, I've been abused

I've been a fighter, I've been the muse

Stuck in my city, you follow my rules

Still playing these games and still ain't amused

Shell in your back like Koopa Troopa

Loose a nuke, clean a mess like you could use a loofah

Pussy talk with pooper scoopers

Only play to win and I don't really win with losers

Like, I'm a ghost so I boast it

Post it all on my socials, open

Fee-fi-fo on the beat, I'm golden

Mel Medarda, my third eye open, I'm focused

I've been a champion some wouldn't notice

PAYNE coming back wit' a pen and a pad

Taking notes just to show you the legends have spoken

I don't need attachments

We could get it crackin'

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's bad kids

I don't need attachments

This might be your last wish

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's—

I don't need attachments

We could get it crackin'

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's bad kids

I don't need attachments

This might be your last wish

Put that shit on Zaun

We the Undercity's—

(Undercity's—)