Heard the opp makin' diss **** ass' gon die

C-baby a bitch, make em run wit his fye Bake him a cake , we gon' bake him a pie

Sebt 100 shots ain't hit good try My young **** crank', gon' keep him a fin

Thinkin' bout starr ', make me go crazy, my young **** scam dey call em lil quin Want you a feature, they cost you a ten

Thinkin' bout losses, ain't never gon' win Thirty on feet , he gon' get out and spin

I crank up yo, scat' know , we changing' the vin

Lil cam, the driver, you know that's my twin

Shooter on my right and a shooter on my left We gon' send a thousand shots

Like we bowlin', this a strike Yeah, we gon' blow like a strike

I lost this shit all, got it back one night The boy ain't on shit til he picked up

the mic I go down, Seattle make a right at the light

Keep me a Glock, what the fuck is a fight? You crazy, as hell, gon' fuck for your life

Bumpdown, on yo block make you run a 4 flat Two member dead, still don't get back

Me and Jb prolly cranking , yo scat You come to the door, you meet flatback

7, shots to his car, got em laying flat big Body, Benz, this hoe matte black

I knew you before all of this rapping, so stop with the cappin, yeen like that