SON

And he claim that we run from the opps
Wait wait

When we see you, you best have a gun
Wait wait

Nymphomaniac bitches would run
Wait aye

Why you play in your ass just for fun
They ashamed to have you as a son

Went to job beat your ass and you walk right
Niggas really gon think that you won
Sneaking my bro and you pulling a knife right
You aint even swing punches you dumb

I put you on to my sound and you sound like
A lil bitch that dont know what is wrong

If i see you with a bitch then its up ay
Hold on
Wait

Why you buying revenge
That shit fake
And i know what is up with your sex life

That bitch abused you
She made strip too
And you say that Seattle a vibe right

All this shit could be dead
If you never had posted them pics and made this to the spotlight

(All this shit could be dead
Gang gang gang)

Head to your block
Beat your ass up
Hop in the whip in the dash right

Why you praying to x
You would have killed him if he that new song that you dropped right

Get my bag right
But you spending your check botting views think your so tight

I got more listeners monthly
Hit my goals and you never above me

Better get you a tech if you think you can stop us
We turning up we see you on a short bus
You hitting plays where your fans cause I see none
Niggas hit me for a feature my price up
Talk about moms nigga everything gets rough
What about yours that you watched getting raped huh

If it was me then ya boy get to stabbing
Turn this to drill nigga I'm bout that action

And you talk about getting them bitches
But they all be fucking your ass

How you watching a vid of your crush getting fucked
Yea you going out sad

Now that she had all her fun, she talk to you with a kid on her hand
Why your dumbass really think you can smash. She dont think of you as a man

You like to cross dress
You like to talk shit
Aw shit
Come out the closet

Stop it
Stop it
I let my blade hit

Beat you in ninja storm you throwing small fits

We all know that you like to lick dick
So please get off my own

We went a month without talking so
Why you bringing us up on your songs

Claim that you Kanye
You the next x
I don't fuck with disrespect

Wanna be Joji
Wanna fuck Billie
Everybody aiming at your neck

You may have got niggas that joining your side huh everything dead
Six nine of the city telling the people the things that should never be said

Ok I get it
We was your friends for a minute
We did so much like we were just living
I don't regret like who the fuck didn't

But you started getting too ballsy
You saw our plays and it hurt see
We giving you Many recipes
You rather bot fucking up your dreams

We wanna 1v1
You done
Might need new medication

Really should run it when you left for Seattle
My nigga you really left texas for bums

I might just get me a pistol he done
I might just run up again just for one
This isn't baki boy need to train up
Please get that dick out your ass you ain't tough