Ay, corny ass, rappers all sounding like shit

Buncha fucking lames

You all looking like some fucking dicks

You'll act like kids, talking trash like this

Then you hiding in the back

With some balled up fists

I'ma give you all that you deserve, ya deserve

Tried coming at me hard, and you straight got hurt

Ain't a problem on this motherfucking earth (fucking earth)

That could make me flip on these issues

Like you kids do dirt

So I'm off in the motherfucking outskirts (outskirts)

Kicking up the dust like I dropped your urn

I don't even mean to kill them no sir (no sir)

I'm just doing what I know while I keep up work

Don't know what you really know about that (about that)

But I've seen the knowledge grow, and I've seen some lack

On the scene, so I'ma bring it right back (right back)

I got 8 in the track 1960s with the pack

Yeah, ay, ay, ay, what yo, slow, slow, ay, get you boy bitch, ay

Guess what

The fucking jig is up

I caught you motherfucks

Tryna act all like you sum

And you nothing, and it's done

You tacky with some thumbs

You yappy with the puns

I'ma come and take the funds

It's a fucking stick up

Throwing bands up in the trunk

Quickly pulling off, I'm moving swift

And soon I'm pulling up

Spin the wheel with one hand, got the other on my glove

You all stay talking about these guns yet

I've yet to see one

Bitch it over for you