Showdown

(Let's go!)
(NIGGERS?!)
(Yuh, aye, yea yuh)
(BLAH!)
(Yeah yuh, yuh yuh)

I'ma walk inside that function like a showdown
Feel like Peter Griffin, he get hit like roundhouse (Road House)
That bitch ain't my motherfuckin' hoe now
If he talkin' crazy pull up at his hotel
You gon watch your fuckin' man, he get blown down
Bitch I'm fucking ballin', watch me fuckin' show out
It's not Call of Duty, but I check my loadout
Yeah I keep that toolie, that shit gonna blow out (ha!)

Pull up to the scene, 'cause I'm motherfuckin' him
And I got hella green, like a motherfuckin' sim
T-Talk down on the gang, he get punched all in his shit (Skrt)
We go in that bitch even though I'm fuckin' sick
And he fucking hoes and getting HIV, that's not a flex
And he try to shoot his shot, but he gon miss 'cause he a pleb
And he think he getting hoes, but his ass gonna get no texts
And he Peter Parker, how he talkin' shit up on that web

(On that web)