Drama Gang, one and two, tick tock

Boy diss KayR, you know the tec spark

When we make war, boy body get chalked

We no 'fraid of no man, no gang, no bloodclot

Said she wanna make it clap but now she doing things

Now she all up in my spot and now she moving things

Gotta newer Range, time to make a new exchange

Keep it clean, my diamonds dancing like a newer chain

Know I need to get a re-up for the newer pain

About to Superman your girl, I call her Lois Lane

I might get two the same, make one sort of blue-ish grey

You know we doing things, doing newer things, truer things bruh

I'm a smith with the words. Fresh to death but no Will

Haters stay gassed up, like a Texaco bill

My rhymes shock, I'm an electrical eel

Your rhymes are cap guns. My weapons for real

Click-clack on the scene, it's time to kill more rats

My clique is a dream. Where Happy Gilmore at?

I met your crew last week, they was food for the lunch

Had your girl in the backseat, soon you'll be in the trunk, motherfucker

Time to butcher the beef, time to cut 'em up

Homie can knuckle up, I came to shut 'em up

Just keep it cool like you sipping a double cup

I work from dusk 'til the time that the sun is up

Then I rhyme for a couple more hours devouring beats

With some powerful teeth like they came from a dinosaur

Jeeze, I need some diamonds at least, yeesh

I need like 500 gs, please

Promise I'll give you receipts, sheesh

That might just cover a week, capiche

I'm with a diva out in Ibiza, I've had like 5 in a week

I can't believe a thing that she says but she doesn't have time to speak

Gimme that stuff, hater

Gimme that, gimme that stuff

Gimme that stuff

Gimme that, gimme that stuff hater

Gimme that stuff, hater

Gimme that, gimme that stuff

Gimme that stuff

Gimme that, gimme that stuff hater

I hear these motherfuckers really like to talk a lot (Gimme that stuff, hater, gimme that, gimme that stuff)

I hear you motherfuckers really like to talk a lot (Gimme that stuff, gimme that, gimme that stuff hater)

I hear you motherfuckers really like to talk a lot (Gimme that stuff, hater, gimme that, gimme that stuff)

Why don't you get like Pac-Man and walk a walk? (Gimme that stuff, gimme that, gimme that stuff hater)