Fuck is wrong with y’all? Real shit

Do I gotta- do I clock y’all tea?

Y’all are stupid as fuck…

Uh uh, look, I don’t care if y’all ready or not (What up)

Why your face so white, oh Betty

Where the hell your will like Zeddy (C-bandz)

Oh, I know why you feeling unsteady (Fuckisyoutalm…)

Unless you think that you good already (That’s why)

Trust me, I see Ed, Edd, Eddy

That’s why I’m moving like Gibbs on Freddie

You been son (Benson) Freddie, I’m Kruger Freddie

‘Cause you know these hoes is vultures, they worst than us (Worse… worse)

But I’m real unbiased, there’s **** to bust (Pause)

They getting away faking the love, that’s really just lust (That’s really just lust)

What I mean by “hoes” is the ones that trip off the dust

Got they head on rush, it’s too gassed up, it’s about to erupt

Man, B’s ain’t shit, thats why we corrupt (Kurupt), just meant to get crushed

So, the next 3 days, I’ma hit my thrust on the world, nah, I ain’t finna cuff

But I ain’t like the **** y’all want that just want a beard just to keep on hush

Word around town you been goin after ya bro’s body

Guess y’all Yachty and Carti, glad I’m late to the party

Too many stranger things, damn, she moving like Hardy

The “Eddie Venom” Hardy, shawty what you thinkin’ Barbie

The level’s rising, I don’t need to Jhonni Blaze to get high in life

Got special pricing, I ain’t the type of **** that’s fly by night

What’s less surprising’s how you think that we dumb to believe yo lies

The Devil’s lying and you believe it, man, that’s really gon’ make me tight, bite, like…

(Woo) I love it, when my music slap so loud that I can’t even hear yo ass (Can’t even hear yo ass)

But I heard yo ass be ratting on me (Uh), damn, you lie on ya **** fast (What)

Just for the stallion ass, you do it too much, you’nt get no pass

I’m protecting my soul, I’m pure gold, can’t be around cap

When I see yo ass, “Boy fawk ya mean”, you’n get no dap

Let me take this lap, might be right back, if the rear got a crack (Crack)

Well, the rear got a crack, I must be on crack if I’m spinnin’ that wack (Wa-wack)

I stay watching my back, I don’t trust these acts, where the fuck are the facts

Reminisce 10 years ago, making beats tryna pierce the flow

Just starting to break on through, to the other side of the door

Fast forward 10 years, on bro, in Gotham City, on go

Bruce Wayne, Batman, where the foe, man, i’m talkin’ ‘bout Scarecrow (Uh, I ain’t done)

Lil dude think he Kenny on the low (What else)

Many (Mini) men be lying they big bro (What else)

Fake Roman think she Nicki, what a joke (What else)

A couple folk just want smoke (What else)

One love fake he power and he woke (What else)

One to four above, love to kinfolk

And what you did to Granddad, yo ass deserve to serve 10 plus on Death Row

Shiit, I’d hate to hear his pet peeves, ‘cause got damn