[Verse 1: FKi]
Let's get one thing straight
Most of these rappers fake (Fake)
They say this and that, and they ain't sold drugs since '98 (Nah)
And that's a dime bag, nigga, where that raw at?
Lame hoes, fake bags, y'all soft, straight facts (Clean)
'Bout time I let y'all know (Y'all know)
First gon' be known wherever I go (I go)
And on that red cup [?], you
I will verbally homicide you-you, oh
You niggas done got me mad, girl
All you niggas pink as a purr
FK fuckin' now, nigga, don't act like you ain't heard (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What's the word on the beef? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You get my swag, y'all took it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
No time for this bullshit, even though I'm plastic to my music (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You shits all over to what's new
Don't care about skill, just care about cool
Fuck y'all dudes, get off my set
And let me do my fuckin' do, boom
[Chorus: Ali & Strap]
Yeah
Welcome to the movement
Yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
This is the conclusion
Yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
You winning or you losing
Yeah
All I hear is
[Verse 2: Strap]
Three wheeling when I pull out (What-what?)
I'm so cold (Yeah), make a nigga want to chill out (What-what?)
And I talk boss (Yeah), bitch, I come for the head out (What-what?)
Hop in your dreams, have balloons with a pen out (What-what?)
North and south like Diddy with a grill out
Hater, Ballet Park, my A-year
Y'all niggas ain't ain't there, ask me do I care
Pockets [?] on presidents, but bitch, I am the mayor
[Rich ?], never cuff him, that ain't playin' fair
I swear, I'm better than y'all
Better than good, better than hard
Movin' on my own like a Ouija board
Got the kush rolled up, that's what we be on
I'm so motherfuckin' lit (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Motherfuckin' that, motherfuckin' this (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
The girl that you with, on my motherfuckin' dick
Oh, you didn't know? Now you motherfuckin' pissed
Rich, bitch, take a motherfuckin' pic (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Total bofo on the motherfuckin' shit (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Crack in the flesh, take a motherfuckin' sniff (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm the motherfuckin' man, in this motherfuckin' bitch
I'm rich
[Chorus: Ali]
Yeah
Welcome to the movement
Yeah
This is the conclusion
Yeah
You winning or you losing
Yeah
All I hear is
[Verse 3: MGK]
Kells!
What the fuck y'all thought?
Man, I really live it, what the fuck y'all talk?
Couple hundred fans in the stands yellin' my name
You think I care about what the fuck y'all 'bout? (Huh?)
Fuck that road, fuck that Maybach
Fuck whatever big restaurant y'all ate at
Fuck any rapper that gets mad 'cause I say that
And fuck whatever radio station when I play that (Baw)
Fuck that chain (Hey), fuck your name (Bitch)
Matter of fact, you know what? Fuck this game (Fuck it)
Everybody in the industry is all dick
Tickets on dicksuckers, man, fuck them lames
(Already lifted) Fuck them cranes
(Already crazy) Fuck my brain
Man, I been a shit fool, fuck them stanes
I'm Machine Gun Kelly, so I up that thing
Then I killed my kids (What the fuck?), yes, I did
Meaning put your wife's mouth on my dick
Then I fucked that bitch
Lost my lid, don't go find it
Boy, I spit, fuckin' sign it
All of these rappers mad, but they can't do shit
Fuck 'em, now rewind it, bitch
[Chorus: Ali]
Yeah
Welcome to the movement
Yeah
This is the conclusion
Yeah
You winning or you losing
Yeah
All I hear is
[Verse 4: Ali & Quez]
Blah, blah, blah, blah (Ha, haha)
Not a, not a, not a damn thing (No)
You niggas pussy, you couldn't even pull a hamstring (Damn)
These fake niggas done got me crunk off in this damn thing
Ayy (Ayy), hol' up (Hol' up), where your Benz at? (Where your Benz?)
Where all that money you be talkin'? You ain't spent that (Nah, nah)
This nigga lyin' 'bout half of his rhymes (Damn)
Talkin' 'bout trappin' that money and say he fucking these dimes
Hol' up, Ali, why are you attackin' these guys?
We already know these niggas a bitch in disguise
They just hop on beats and start spittin' they lies
And this a PSA from them Differenter guys (The Gang)
You feel me?
[Chorus: Ali]
Yeah
Welcome to the movement
Yeah
This is the conclusion
Yeah
You winning or you losing
Yeah
