Vs Everybody

(Four3va, 3va)

And that's on God (Bitch)

Two hundred put up in my safe

Three hundred put up in the bank

Baby 3 gon' leave him— (The three gon' leave him what?)

Baby 3 gon' leave him stank (You know that)

Say, J5, what these **** thinkin'?

Ayy, lil' twin put them in they place

Talked to L5 yesterday, I told him that these **** hatin'

Time up, go put his dumb ass in the oven, now he bakin' (We fried his ass)

Done kicked the door down, tired of waitin'

Lil' ho said that she gotta chase, the only time you'll catch me chasin'

All my clips be long as hell, hold on, wait, no Diddy (No Diddy, bitch)

Shawty ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' for real, ho, you got ass with no titties

I'm six digits in, but you can still catch me in the backseat spinnin'

These rap **** don't be hard, these **** softer than some kittens, and that's on God

Won't catch Lil Rae without his—

Won't catch Lil Rae without his fire

And I'm tired of **** screamin' YCK, nobody dyin' (Nobody what?)

If a **** say he stepped on one of us, that **** lied

Where your partner at? Huh, his ass in the sky

Go and get some clothes to match, huh, it's time for suit and tie

That's the last time you'll see that ****, it's time to wave him bye

****, go get back for your partner, pussy ****, all that cryin'

YCOE