Alright

One more time

Lets go

Bring your fists to a knife fight like knives to a gunfight

I'll take your young life

Knocking out your hung lights

Cock you like its punchtime

You are just a punchline

Yeah, Yeah

I never have ever let it ever come to crunch time

'Less you talking 'bout hitting abs then I crunch mine

Feasting on you rappers my watch just said its lunchtime

When I pull up on you, you go quiet, must be gun-shy

West gunslinger like Billy the Kid

Big iron on my hip and I'm letting that shit hit, yeah

I ain't on Twitch but I'm sending you pussies clips

Turn your whole gang into a pack then smoke that shit

Yeah, light it up when I be putting these verses out

I go and purchase Chanel bitches think its personal now

All these bitches can't even spell

So they asking to change the channel

From red sweater

To yellow purse that's with the leather handles, I got

Big balls, my sack bigger than Santa

Put codeine all in the Fanta

The world's my Montana, yeah

Y'all can't run with me 'cause you bitches ain't got the stamina

Really I'm just a beast, mortar, killer, a cannibal

Really I'm just an animal

Stocking up all you mammals

I'm hanging you from the chandelier

Pussy sweeter than Danimals

Eat her out while she standing there

Fall for me and she can't get up

Then that bitch wanna go back for seconds like the salad bar

Drop the mic and grab a bar

If you ass can even reach

Can't spit shit for nothing don't even hit us with a silly speech

I did thirty while y'all waited now you owe us 60 more

The connoisseurs ain't got taste for nothing but some booze and hoes

Hop and give us 60 more

Hop and give us 60 more

If this the best you got back on prom night then it is time to go

Hop and give us 60 more

Hop and give us 60 more

The best yall got was running Ari over give us 60 mo

I gotta ask the question

That has got me second guessin'

Who the best in this profession

That isn't up in this session

My listeners know the best in

It's no longer hidden fact

That the Infamous is already owning this fucking track

Some say I ain't got no cadence, we cut ties in 22

We ain't heard you on anything plus the connoisseurs through

What's The Don got that everyone knows about already though

His verses he ain't write himself

Ari be his favorite hoe

Still the same G, Over sized T

Reppin' only clean

Fits that make your girl wanna drop your arm and come only to me

Flawless only boss shit

Button up my collar

Toss the game winning basket

And walk off the stage like a baller

Guess papi wanted more, and no this time I ain't bluffin'

Busting more screws and nuts than Morgan ever claim on concussion

I dap up ten thousand feet when I'm up in the sky

Air bud

You gamble all yo college savings

Connoisseurs air grub

Pass it here bud

We can't hear you speak

Ear plugs

What's the word

You thought this competition was fair enough?

I got bars and you got Barbie's

Ken you dig yourself out? Probably

You forget who you affiliate with

No respect for Ari

The perm you got won't get you any bitches

Catch me some delicious fishes

Serve me up then do my dishes

This what comes with serving disses

This my gift let's call it Christmas

A verse from me never misses

Talk so big by Pittsburgh Blue

We really standing on business

So once again a question

That has got me second guessin'

Who the best in this profession

That isn't up in this session

These verses I eat for breakfast

Go put me up on a set list

My lunch isn't needed

When this desserts what's coming next in

Beat this Asian pussy up

Right after call him sweet and sour

Tracks like these are cake walks to me

Take a dub and then devour 'em

I've been on a diet lately

Let me save the rest for DoubleU

Besides all I had left

Was you lost your V to Mr. Hu

Drop the mic and grab a bar

If you ass can even reach

Can't spit shit for nothing don't even hit us with a silly speech

I did thirty while y'all waited now you owe us 60 more

The connoisseurs ain't got taste for nothing but some booze and hoes

Hop and give us 60 more

Hop and give us 60 more

If this the best you got back on prom night then it is time to go

Hop and give us 60 more

Hop and give us 60 more

The best y'all got was running Ari over give us 60 mo

If I wouldn't have slowed down y'all was not gonna catch me

And let me been in that new Skatpack I'da took off on y'all dumbass