Shut the fuck up, bitch

Quit getting buck, bitch

Or Skrap'll cut ya up and stuff ya in the trunk, bitch

I'm on some fuck shit

Constantly getting drunk, dodging them coppers and popping off at the mouth

Know that I'm blowing the potent and rolling up puffing this smoke when I locate a fuck boy

Tucked toy, but I'm only showing if a pussy act up, I'ma smack up a lame

If they try to deny the fact that I'm the illest and spit sicker than anyone in the game

No Xanax in my system, cuz I only fuck with psychedelics and that herb

Beat murder on a track, illing when I'm high as hell, it's

Irrelevant of you to try and raise hell when I'm straight out the gates of it

Cut up a punk, rubbish stuffed in his trunk, mummified and cuffed

Tucked up away in a cupboard, locked up cuz he stunk

Stank? Rolling up dank, put a shank in my chest plate, a fucking slug up in my temple

Should've never crawled outta Hades

Cuz I'll just end up getting sent back if I'm living this sinful

Michael Cole, The Rock says, know your role and shut your mouth

Bust a punk mutherfucker with the butt end of a 45

Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack

Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps

And if a fuck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT

I evolved from young Skrap, from Numerical then V.Y.L.E

Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing

Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching

Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking

And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that

Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthafucking brain matter on the sidewalk

Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk