Fuck all these bitch ass ****, man, like you know what I'm sayin'

I really don't be addressing shit, you know what I'm sayin'

I don't really be talking 'bout shit, you know what I'm sayin'

Like, you know what

I swear to God I really hate these ****

Talking 'bout Lil Six like I was somethin' safe to play with, ****

Keep it up, ya peoples gon’ be dressing for your wake, lil ****

Got 21 lil savages gon' hang out with that drake, lil ****

Spray that car you riding in

We gon' get that drop and find that apartment that you hiding in

Hate these pussy **** on momma, it’s a lot of them

But they don’t never play 'cause on momma know I'm droppin' 'em

Get off them xannies, think 'bout sliding myself and poppin ‘em

Fucked Uno bitch said his freaky ass be on some next shit

Got his ass shot and gave a statement to detectives

Police ass **** quit the talkin 'cause we stretch shit

Carti lil dick rider, left you the dust, bitch

Bitch, I’d never leave my man to die like Lucki, he a bitch too

I had dropped that addy, pussy **** never slid through

Woulda been ya last ride

Put that on my kid and my grandma and my dead guys

Be with **** active, free the broskis doing fed time

Vlad TV, don’t fuck with dude

Unfollowed me 'cause I ain’t wanna tell my business on no interview

I was fighting life at trial, pussy, ain't have no time to sit with you

Tryna crash me out for views, we all know that’s what that **** do

Culture vulture, **** made his money off a lawsuit

Ross had slapped that **** like a bitch, he called the laws through

God know that ain’t even the type a **** I’m tryna talk to

Had Lucki bitch in New York at the penthouse, told her fall through

Fuck her and I fucked her friend, had 'em lick my balls too

Seen you in her DM begging, bitch, I barely talk to

Swear to God I hate you, pussy, I can’t to catch up with ya

Hope that ya security ready to die, I send them snatchers at you

Used to fuck with fuck Adam 22, think he a faggot now

Was waiting on Skrilla to send me back a verse but he had capped me down

But that’s still bloody though

Shout out my baby Quaa, we in this bitch still throwing bloody 4’s

Warski that’s twin n'em, on my kid we go to war for bro

Please don’t ask me 'bout that **** Dash, that **** smoking coke

Said some fake shit in my post tryna cap like I was sad about it

Seen him in that vid, we sent it around and we was laughing 'bout it

Fuck him and that bitch he killed 'cause she on that shit with him

And I know that shit be eating at his conscious, know it stick with him

Fuck that crackhead bitch 'cause she a goner now

Stevie finally grew a pair of nuts, you only brought him down

Ask Darien what happen last time we had caught him out

Ask that pussy ass **** what happened last time we called him out. ****, my man sitting right here in the studio, ****, he can vouch for this shit. **** had that pussy ass **** in the corner, ****, coppin' a plea, ****. Who else, ****?

DJ Phatt was ducking us for years, pussy chose the safe option

Pussy bitch know how we’s gon do ‘em, **** straight cotton

Rennnessy could a suck a dick

I don’t give fuck 'bout none them pussy **** that you with

Try me say some shit back I don’t like and get ya artist split

Really splattered blood all in the street, we done went hard for this

I had really just start giving a fuck 'bout all this artist shit

But I get back on that fuck shit in minute

When I get to taking drugs, I start to lose it get to trippin'

Tryna wack some

Plug be lucky we don’t take it tryna tax some

Bro had spent a couple nights my crib 'cause he smacked some

Get up on him while he least expect it on a snack run