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Shout out to my enemies Shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini me's, I hope you do better bruh Better me better you etc etc Shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas Uhh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles Bitches say we are the best So mommy in my jeans PRPS Yeah street fidda didda gang Same place I see em, same place they chalk em out We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg Looking for the competition holla at the morgue Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya If looks could kill my style might body ya B-b-body ya B-b-body ya If looks could kill my style might body ya B-b-body ya B-b-body ya If looks could kill my style might body ya Shout out to the groupies Shout out to my ex Prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex Don't get mad at me cause I'm onto the next All of this cause I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses Big up to the big girls y'all are so Precious Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher Uhh, but it ain't fresh as Loso Monogramed out son in case you didn't know so Flow so deadly swag too murderous Known for being nice, that don't mean courteous This is nothing new, Im not a beginner I get big checks like the lottery winners A boy dissing I, boy listen I Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg Looking for the competition holla at the morgue Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya If looks could kill my style might body ya B-b-body ya B-b-body ya If looks could kill my style might body ya B-b-body ya B-b-body ya If looks could kill my style might body ya What it look like, nigga? It's Young Funeral Told y'all niggas I got this shit nigga There Is No Competition 2 What up Dram'? What it look like? Huh? What we talkin', baby? What we talkin' 'bout? These niggas is dead What we talkin' 'bout? Yeah, I said it, dead, nice Niggas might as well lay down in a hole And throw dirt on they self It's funeral