[Verse 1: GTT & ISO]
Fresh as a bitch but I'm grimy as fuck
Blessin' these bitches, I'm linin' 'em up
Pull up like Goku, I get at your mans
I'm showin' 'em up
Glock tucked in my duff', uh
Better move, better duck, uh
'Cause I don't really give a fuck
Yeah, I'on really give a fuck
I'm runnin' with my gang
We gon' hit a stain, pop, pop, pop
Shots to your brain, all these niggas lame
Tryna copy styles, get your own lane
Bang, bang, bang to your main frame
Watch out, do my damn thang, like
Breakin' ankles, nigga, ISO on the play
Show 'em what you 'bout, nigga we don't play
We burnin' the city up (Yeah, yeah)
And no, we don't give a fuck (Ayy)
[Verse 2: ISO]
Not with the fuckery, not with the cuckery
All these niggas talkin' crazy, they under me
All on my business, we gon' tell they some wannabes
Honestly, couldn't see, ruin your anatomy
We call the shots in this bitch, we some hitmen
Me and my niggas make heat like a four-man
Grill all you niggas, they callin' me sergeant
Better than you folks, we extended that margin
Hot like a demon, I move like a heathen
I'm flexin' this cash when I'm swipin' my Visa
Get dropped in the safe, bitch I'm [?]
He actin' real stupid, he gonna need treatment
Bitch, hey
I got these tats on my wrist, hey
You is just lonely, no bitch, hey
All these niggas ain't on shit, hey
Came out the mud, out the ditch
[Verse 3: Only.Ty]
Rappin' in cap, can get sent to the back, nigga
Throw 'em off track and head straight for the sack, nigga
My niggas can't lack and these bars are real flat
I go straight to attack like skibidi-pap-pap, nigga
Bustin' at beamers, they all wanna be us
I send him to railroads to fight for his freedom
Nigga, fuck all your reason, I play any season
You can't be forgiven for all of your treason (Hey, huh)
Flippin' and dippin' and trippin', I call that lil' boo my Elastigirl (Yuh, hey)
I'm pickin', I'm sippin', I'm kickin', she wearin' my shirts, I can call her Earl (That sweatshirt)
Heard that's your bitch, we gon' take a lil' dip in the sauce, that's a big loss (It died)
It's me and your mom in the crib and I'm chillin', I'm rockin' the pink Crocs (Bitch)
Slow down, take it back, niggas tryna relapse
Look a little lost fine, got me holdin' up the map
[Verse 4: Shinigami]
Fuck all that bullshit, you is soggin'
Get the fuck out, bitch stop stallin' (Bitch)
Not finna listen to you yap, it's exhaustin'
Call that sugar, I find that it's saltin'
Straight up cheeks is what it results in
Broke as fuck now, makin' no green
Please stop cappin', you gotta come clean
I swear to God, you off that green bean
Talkin' to bitches, leave you on seen
Lookin' like a bum, lookin' like a fiend (Shut up)
Me and my niggas at the tippity-tippity-tippity top
[Verse 5: Fugazi Naz & ImCalxb]
Uh, droppin' the top in the coupe
'Fore it simmer and heat like a soup
Fuck it, we placin' an infinite loop
Like these niggas, they poppin' a two
Holla at they bulb, son of a
We hittin' bitches, they pull up, they suck on me
Breakin' her back 'til she needin' the surgery
If you ain't hear, we ain't with the cuckery
Give him his own grave for thinkin' he roll with me
Get it up, kick it up, feel like I'm Madden, bro'
Fightin' like Kombat, call me Liu Kang
Mess it up (Mess it up) like it's a vendetta
Hittin' the bitch with a bat like a bang
Takin' a pic for the camera
And showin' you niggas a panora
Shit not a night for the cameras
Give it up for a new challenger
Talkin' like she need a manager
Fightin' you niggas, I'm matador
Moppin' the floor like a janitor
Fuck up his makeover, stumblin' like it's a hangover
Like it's an SMTOD takeover, whippin' the Range Rover
Lil' verse nothin' to rage over- (Ayy)
[Verse 6: ImCalxb]
Yeah, man of these streets so you know they can't touch me (Nah)
Rockin' Versace, like oh, I got lucky (Yeah)
Hop on this bitch, I'ma kill it like Chucky
(Well, actually Calxb-)
I'm squashin' on beef, so you might meal munch me
Lick on my balls, but that ho cannot touch me
Got it on camera, we makin' a movie
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Do what I want, got me feelin' like Uzi
Up in the clouds, smokin' doobies, no Scooby
I got a ho posted up in my jacuzzi
Got a bad bitch, do the splits on my dick
You know I pop off when I hop on a hit (What?)
I feel bad for the kids who don't got shit
I been there before, trust me, I get it
Pop off, then it's go time (Yeah)
Pop off, then it's go time (Go time)
[Verse 7: Lil faded/Lil numb]
Hop off the static, so bitches afraid of me
Fuck on yo' bitch then I dip, yeah I left the scene
Went to get lit off the gin with the Hennessy
Bitch on my dick, keep on safe, we got hella green (Ugh)
You can come over, bitch, wait
I'm never sober, quick fade
I can't have friends 'cause [?] under me hatin', they all fake
Bitch made, bitch made, bitch made
Anyone could get that quick fade (Anyone could get that quick fade)
Bitch made, bitch made, bitch made
Anyone could get that quick fade (Anyone could get that quick fade)
Bitch made, bitch made (Anyone could get that quick fade)
Anyone could get that quick fade
Anyone could get that quick blade
Anyone could get that quick fade, quick blade
Anyone could get that quick fade
[Verse 8: Sky High]
I told you "Bitch, do it quick, shake it"
Damn bitch, you made a whole earthquake
Will wait, fuckface
Every day blessed with a disgrace
Miss fate, mistake
Hittin' that bitch wit' a neck break
Put that bitch into a neck brace
Broke that shit, ain't gotta replace
Lost it again, better retrace
Rose to the top, now I embrace
What if I told you I'm better?
But that ain't no secret
Pussy game up, and she wetter
That is, she wearin' my sweater
I'm up in her guts and forget her
I don't even know where I met her
Won't even tell her 'cause that'll upset her
I know that she know she a spreader
I wrote her a letter, said "Thanks for the pleasure"
Know she said come to the pressure
No never clever, never the lesser
Wish you the best in your future endeavors
Yes, and I left her, I'm a collector
Call me the sky 'cause you know that I'm higher
Bitches do bad 'cause you know that they tired
Said I'm not a rapper, but it was required
I guess you can call me, I'm super on fire
