[Intro]
Yessir (Big Porter)
Big Porter (Big fuckin' stepper)
Grrah
You know what the fuck it is, nigga (I'm on fire, nigga, grrah)
TP in the cut with me (Fuck all you drill rappers, TP in the fuckin' cut with me)
Grrah, grrah, she said, "I'm on fire" (Niggas cannot fuck with me, you niggas cannot rap, you heard?)
Niggas can't fuck with me (I'm on fire, nigga)
Grrah, grrah (Shout out fuckin' Tony [?], you heard?)
Like, look (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse]
Like, big stepper, big Porter, you know I do this shit
Maneuver with some 9-Block Crips that's totin' the ruler clips
Fuck who you with, I came out the cut and niggas was too equipped with stupid shit
So we got some foolishness for the foolishness
I'm doing this 'cause niggas say I'm just a drill rapper
Get on a beat likе this and lyrically kill rappers
Don't compare me to thеm lil' bastards
Drill rap is like an i8 and I'm more like a Ferrari
I'm tryna run the state while bitches ride me like a Harley
Got a bitch named Zoe, she got a friend named Quinn
Zoe last name was Quinn, so I thought that they was kin
I ain't really gave a fuck, I backed the truck and said, "Get in"
I ain't tryna make amends with none of my old friends
Seen my uncle locked down I might never see again
Fuck all of my old bitches, I'm putting 'em in my spliff
Blow they spirit out my lungs, now they going with the wind
Dirty nigga from the Bronx, I was stompin' in my Timbs
Starting to get my name out and now these bitches want my yams
I'm a different type of nigga, I been working on my pen
Cookin' up, I'm in the stu', you ain't got bars, you can't get in
Niggas hating on a youngin 'cause they know he could flow
And he gon' touch up on the places that they never could go
All this hatin' shit motivation, I'm letting 'em go
Tell 'em to face it like good Jamaican, I'm here for the show
Told these motherfuckers that I ain't the one to go and play with
Real rapper, lil' nigga, all you drill niggas basic
Bunny hop up in the spot, I'm with the guys, you might not make it
Talkin' spicy, I see a chance to take your life, then I'ma take it
Real nigga, never faked it, I just kept a low profile
Niggas want some wreck, I tell 'em, "Bet, like we can showdown"
12 o'clock at noon, we turn your block into a ghost town
I'm smoking up these dead niggas, I think I see his ghost now
You was Blood, now you Crip and you wanna go and blitz on a Makk
I got some love for some Hounds, but Mocha droppin' the Hat
Like, niggas Gz then they Sleeze, I'm like, "Bitch, oh, please"
The gun be hot, but when you up it, shit be making 'em freeze
Everything dead, if you tight, then, nigga, come for my head
Catch lil' baby Ddot, niggas might just rock him to bed
Feel like 50, "How to Rob Drill Rappers" instead
And you can play it back when I'm finished, you can hear what I said
Like, I'ma start with 41, I fuck with y'all, but it's over
Like, Ta literally 4'1", niggas running him over
"Jenn Carter got the WAP," y'all niggas pause for that
You probably said "The Wock'," but I don't know, y'all niggas pause for that
Kyle Richh, he a bitch, man, that nigga went to private school
I catch him dolo, we gon' beat him out his diamond jewels
Jenn Carter not the best dyke and she never will be
'Cause Young M.A. still alive, so all you drill bitches kill me
Talkin' 'bout you top two, not two
Bro, what the fuck? Have my cousin Tre pull up just to box you
Spitting like a dragon, blowing smoke right out my nostrils
All these drill bars getting older than a fossil
EK scream in every song, I wanna hear something different (Why you yellin'?)
B-Lovee sound like he eating peanut butter when he spittin'
Yus Gz, the black man, Batman, Sarge Yus
You got hit a lotta times, you should stay in the booth (You got shot in the ass)
Nah, fuck that, I'ma get up on my JayDee shit
I'm dissing everybody, fuck it, it's gon' make me lit
Run down on 26 like, "We just want us a chain"
And then we said, "Never mind," 'cause we can't read what it say
I just want New York to get back on that old-school gritty shit
Fuck is all that dancing with the hips? Like, that's that Philly shit
New York'll set the trends and I ain't ever follow silly shit
That's why I throw the Blazer like I'm 'Reem, I'm on my Billy shit
When I got my gun, I feel like everybody a stain
That nigga J.I. a bitch, I see him, I'm taking his chain
Spin the Rey' and spin the 'Well, I'm 'bout to make me a name
Blow the gates up on the 8 like I was playing the game
Can't spin at night 'cause Nesty black, I can't see nothin'
Flashed it on a Blick, I upped this shit and he like, "Please, buzzin'
I ain't want no static and please excuse me for mean muggin'"
All that dissin' on the dead, was on his knees like he ain't mean nothing?
Murda B, you family, you know that I'ma fuck with you
But bitches beating on you in the Yams, that ain't comfortable
Say you beating on bitches, you ain't do it then
I don't know what you gon' do when they pull up with the *gun cock*
Kenzo B, you said you not Gz, but you throw up Gz in the picture
Probably a thot, treesh, get up on your knees off the liquor
That nigga TG, he like five feet, I'ma kick him
All these short niggas, I don't need a blick or a chop
Niggas talkin' 'bout the Sweepers, but the Porters brung the mop
Niggas really think they slimy, so we come to wipe the snot
Bitch, I'm looking for a Sweeper, tryna clean a nigga block
Bring the .40 or the shotty, hit S with the dot
It's like the shotty do karate, way it leave a body chopped
And Shani Boni, I'm on your body, I'm tryna eat the box
Tryna show you niggas that the Porters do it the best and all these other lil' niggas is stressed, motherfucker
[Outro]
Yeah, this the part of the song where you just gotta talk like this
You just gotta let these niggas know you can't— They can't fuck with you, like
Like, these niggas can't fuck with me, they can't fuck with the gang
They can't fuck with TP, they ain't fuckin' with SP, they ain't fuckin' with—
Y'all ain't fuckin' with none of my niggas, y'all ain't fuckin' with nobody I'm fuckin' with
Like, y'all niggas is dirt, word to my mother, niggas can suck my dick if they feel a way
Damn
Niggas really fuckin' with me, you heard?
This big Porter shit, big stepper, man, you know I'm with it
And if you don't, nigga— If you niggas don't jack me, then clap me, nigga
I don't give a fuck, nigga, you niggas can't rap
I'm do— I'm on my 50 shit, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
All of y'all fake-ass industry-plant-ass drill rappers, where the fuck did Sdot Go come from?
This nigga's a reincarnation of Kay Flock and every nigga around him is a reincarnation of him
Like, what y'all niggas doin'? You heard?
41, I fuck with y'all, but Ta, you like four feet, niggas runnin' you over, like
