Irreversible
Y'all mad I ain't shout y'all out
When y'all rip SOB to get that clout
I'm sorry you ain't known that I'd run my mouth
But I gotta say something just so I can make a sound
I do it for sport and not the money y'all ain't makin
I'm pretty confident D's girl loves playin
With my balls bigger than you like a PlayStation
Y'all dropping a track and removing it a second after I hear it?
Nah apologies don't work
Gon have to call ya cousins to do the dirty work
Tell Trey I got another body that we need to fucking burn
And pretty soon the rest of you gon join em in the dirt
Y'all ain't made a track till I came around
And now you want a handout like I'd give it to you now?
Sit the fuck back down and keep my name out yo mouth
And quit being so loud, I'm bout to silence y'all out
Quit saying y'all ganging cuz your pants sagging
'Cause yeah you got guns but no ammunition
Spent too much time on target practice
When I'm the real target, not the fucking public
I don't need LB to back me in this war that's mine
'Cause it ain't yours no more when you gimme time
Y'all said too much and somehow not enough
Tell me how fuck you expect me to help y'all shine
Produced y'all beats, but still you flatlined
Y'all really making moves with a flat tire
How y'all performing shit when you kill a vibe?
How y'all gon try to hit up Mr Nice guy?
Five of you guys I don't got a problem with
But tread lightly or you top five on my list
I might have to ether y'all and give you the tint
Magician so deadly, finna show you the tricks
The whole world finna lose their shit
When they find out that you a hit or miss
Tell F-Flo he can catch my drift
And P-Dro a pedo that should pucker them lips
Kissing my ass just to back stab me next
Fucking 15 year olds cuz he can't get shit
Man ya whole group can suck my dick
Crazy white boys ain't even that slick
Mad that I hooked up with ya girl? that's old news
Expect something new but you old too
How you finna catch a case at 22?
You should be lucky your group ain't getting views
'Cause you'd be Tekashi'd and have to go back to school
Learn right and wrong, learn to write a fucking song
Not just rhyming the same words so it can run on long
Or talking bout how ya pull out game strong
When that bitch asked me money for abortion
I might just order a report on ya bullshit
Crazy mothafucka acting fully loaded
I'm automatic, you can't even read the manual to disarm it
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
'Bout to rid 7 of em with a loaded gun
Keep my name out if you want legs to run
'Cause I'm not stopping until you mothafuckas gone
When y'all rip SOB to get that clout
I'm sorry you ain't known that I'd run my mouth
But I gotta say something just so I can make a sound
I do it for sport and not the money y'all ain't makin
I'm pretty confident D's girl loves playin
With my balls bigger than you like a PlayStation
Y'all dropping a track and removing it a second after I hear it?
Nah apologies don't work
Gon have to call ya cousins to do the dirty work
Tell Trey I got another body that we need to fucking burn
And pretty soon the rest of you gon join em in the dirt
Y'all ain't made a track till I came around
And now you want a handout like I'd give it to you now?
Sit the fuck back down and keep my name out yo mouth
And quit being so loud, I'm bout to silence y'all out
Quit saying y'all ganging cuz your pants sagging
'Cause yeah you got guns but no ammunition
Spent too much time on target practice
When I'm the real target, not the fucking public
I don't need LB to back me in this war that's mine
'Cause it ain't yours no more when you gimme time
Y'all said too much and somehow not enough
Tell me how fuck you expect me to help y'all shine
Produced y'all beats, but still you flatlined
Y'all really making moves with a flat tire
How y'all performing shit when you kill a vibe?
How y'all gon try to hit up Mr Nice guy?
Five of you guys I don't got a problem with
But tread lightly or you top five on my list
I might have to ether y'all and give you the tint
Magician so deadly, finna show you the tricks
The whole world finna lose their shit
When they find out that you a hit or miss
Tell F-Flo he can catch my drift
And P-Dro a pedo that should pucker them lips
Kissing my ass just to back stab me next
Fucking 15 year olds cuz he can't get shit
Man ya whole group can suck my dick
Crazy white boys ain't even that slick
Mad that I hooked up with ya girl? that's old news
Expect something new but you old too
How you finna catch a case at 22?
You should be lucky your group ain't getting views
'Cause you'd be Tekashi'd and have to go back to school
Learn right and wrong, learn to write a fucking song
Not just rhyming the same words so it can run on long
Or talking bout how ya pull out game strong
When that bitch asked me money for abortion
I might just order a report on ya bullshit
Crazy mothafucka acting fully loaded
I'm automatic, you can't even read the manual to disarm it
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
'Bout to rid 7 of em with a loaded gun
Keep my name out if you want legs to run
'Cause I'm not stopping until you mothafuckas gone
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Writer(s): Hunter San Agustin
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