(Verse 1: Izzyy Tho)
I was in africa starving, nigga you bettter not fuck the gang
Thank god I'm blessed and pray for my mama every night struggling for bread
I cried all night I admit that shit but the pain was too intense
Niggas keep playing this choppa finna spray might as well fuck up their brains
Where would you hide when it's your time nigga no more time to waste
Niggas tryna do me wrong everytime that's why I'm always switching lanes
You weren't there from the start I was struggling when the clouds was dark
Why you callin' my phone? I already know that one day I'm finna blow
No need to stress, niggas cause am blessеd, they keep hating but they know I'm up next
Hard timеs passed by left scars, you didn't hit my line when I was broke
Now pussy ass nigga wanna play he finna get shot in his back bones
I'mma swerve right past with 223, and your homie dead they thought he was a crip
Don't even act like you know me
He wanna be my homie , And am balling like am Kobe
Fuck with me i'mma push you below me
Your mom is a fan and her name is Sophie
Look at my vid and she riding like a pony
I'm like a balloon and she wanna blow me
She was so good I felt like I was Floating
(Verse 2: Mikejh)
Pull out an iron, man I feel like Tony
Checked the new track, you should stop 'cause you phony
I'm so cold I got that ice like Zamboni
Run up, your brain look like hot macaroni
I got a car I don't even drive
I feel like Mario when I fly
I jump in these bars, I go in the fights
I'm counting the stars, I don't go outside
I'm in the Ghost you see
Wondering what I'm supposed to be
Pop that shit to get some dopamine, got a 4 for me
Copped a 50 on the coat
Yeah he acting old he should be in the past
I got some soap 'cause I'm cleaning some racks
That little ho think I'm needing some ass
I gotta go 'cause I'm needing them bags
(Verse 3: Leryx)
She talking to me like I did some shit
Not feeling honest I don't feel legit
I got the feeling this song is a hit
Wake up at night, nigga I can not sleep
Writing this banger its 4 am
Nigga you don't know who I am
Its gonna end of course my man
Gonna fall harder then Will-I-Am
Told me she felt something It was all cap
Calling your ex I got your snap
I feel broken have you thought about that
Niggas copying they be all copy cats
You wanna talk? Fuck that
You feeling lost? Gulag
I moving on, no cap
What did I say? Hoes mad
GRBL fuck that XL
She got fucked wanna meet at a hotel
Straight from Latvia, give me head, yeah
She be mad and turning red
Talking Politics, mad at Trump
She got no words, she bout to dump
Wanna expose, try to DM
No response, bitch got blocked
She was playing hard, now she got rocked, if I'm for real
Wish we that never talked, Michael Jackson
Nigga real talk, got the plug on
Bout to moonwalk
I shoot a nigga just gave him a headshot
My name is Polo just minus the dreadlocks
I got my sniper you can see the target
I'm in a Subway just tell me who farted
(Verse 4: Loopie)
Izzy, Mikey, Leryx, Loopie
Listen, fire, they're like, who's he?
Rap over the loops, now the beat is fruity
Won't think twice before I'm shooting
And I mean that in a lyrical way
Pitiful, you all know we don't fuck with no fake
Bitch is full, of shit, you a typical snake
Hit em bitches with a bar, if they think it's okay
To take advantage of people who keep it real, and hate
Wanna catch these hands? It's free real estate
And now you say sorry? Bitch you a fake
You got into my snare, get kicked in the face
I'm still on my break but when I'm back I'mma be stronger
Is everyone chill? Cause I'm having fun with this!
This beat is Johnny Depp, by the time that I'm done with it
Yeah this a beat switch, to every fucker beefing
For a piece of recognition, all you bitches dreaming
Y'all are stupid sheeps, no wonder y'all been sleeping
On the facts, and start hating for no fucking reason
Then they sleep in my track, Then there's beef, they react
They'll go dm my ass, tryna be someone bad
You ain't phasing the loop, all the hating ain't new
This all came out the blue, I'm a stranger to you
You don't really wanna fuck with my squad (Loop!)
Worth a couple Macs you ain't nothing but an iPod
If you can't take facts, eat my dick like a Tide Pod
Keep on crying, you just can't handle my bars
Lay off the melatonin, leave the bed and go bitch
They still don't know, they still sleep on the fucking goat, bitch
Neigh, when I hear your track cause it's fucking horse shit
They can't compare to the Loop, they fucking know it
I'm sonning all of y'all, that the Maury show got cancelled
Don't come at us and beef, without knowing you can't flow
You fucked up, you try to cover your skin like a pantyhose
Go outside, see the sky, I can tell it-- man, stop
With all the comments of you talking bout my past you whore
They can't fuck with the team thats bringing fire at your door
Light it up as a group of four fire spitting mortals
On the mic it's important, if you came for more, don't fuck with the Fatal Four
