What

**** know I fuck with Monta, your hoe eat dick like a entree

Fuck round catch lil' bruh on slimey shit, get crossed just like Lebron James

Boy, you broke and chasin' bitches, boy, you worried bout the wrong things

These **** ran a fade with ****, and you know he still can not hang

Too discreet, they think I'm sweet, bet not try it, I am not playin

Smokin' meat, they got me geeked, hell nah, I don't pop xans

Fuck **** dissin' in them songs, he drop a dot, know what I'm on

Hang out the window, fully stick, oh, that's a new opp on a tee

Fuck **** cappin' in them songs act like he steppin', no, he ain't

Lil cyrus you a bitch, you seen me out in traffic, ain't do shit

He tried to walk down on Lil Corey swing the Drac, oh, that's another pack

I heard you droppin' dots, no, I don't get no fuck, we can go lo for lo

Von say he dont do no Xans, fuck what he said, pass me that pill

Big 163 and Long Live Dame, you diss im spinning with Lil 'Lil

Let off some many shots, he traumatized, that shit there gave him chills

Better get some tints cause we shoot through the glass, leave your head by the wheel

This bitch stay tryna talk, don't even use your mouth if you not kneel

I'ma say what I want, better do what you gone do, fuck how you feel

I'ma dick your bitch out, my kids on the Face fuck, how you feel

Big TKB, oh, yeah, that's me, say free the sparks they comin' home

Lil' meat died in his sleep, I guess that Jesus put the plug on him

Oh, I just wanna fuck, no, I can't cuff this bitch, know she a nat

She tryna eat me up before I leave, Lil Monta love freaks

You know I love a bop

You can die with him too, since you around him, man, you love the opps

I got a J, I'm gon' hit every time, I know she love to shop

Shot with so many bullets, hit his spine, I'm shitty, he ain't clock

They gon' lie so much, so I can't wait till we put him on fox

Thought I was slick, but they knew it was me, could tell just by the lock

Know we stand on business for real, and you could tell just by the glock

Before Lil' Tony beats for real, I was makin' hits on Hard Knock

Boy, you broke and chasin' bitches, boy, you worried bout the wrong thing

This **** ran a fade with ****, and you know he still can not hang

Too discreet, they think I'm sweet, better not try it, I am not playin

Smokin' meat, he got me geekin', hell nah, I don't pop Xans