(Ight, ight, ight)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, uh
Noah Smith
Tryna diss Matthew Hicks
He prolly gagging on some dick
One in the chamber it go click
BNB don't miss
Snakes in the gutter so we hiss
Yo lyrics make me sick
Fake friend, but you a fake rapper
Playin with BNB like we cappers
Looking at you, all we have is laughter
Recording this track with a dagger
Call me the trapper
Snapper, slapper
Make this shit go splatter
And I still don't fuck with DT
Going off like Juice, Bees Knees
I won't leave the scene
You know how it be
Smokin green
Leave cause no one seen
I'll do this like a marine, ay, ay, ay
Fuck what anyone say
Put you in my ashtray
Rapping always
Never turn the 9 sideways
Jøhň still doin it to this day
Ay, Laura makin hits still, ay
Now it's time aim at James
Pussy motherfucker just rage
I'll happily take you backstage
Whoopin yo ass all day
Fuck what you say
This for Eddie
Steady, I'm ready
To take you on
This ain't a song
It's a whole fucking bong rip
(Huh)
Got some Jack, take a sip
Then I'll punch you in yo lip
Fuck the gun and the clip
It's a magazine
I'll make the fucking haters sing, ay, ay
I can't even walk in town
Kidd J smokin a pound
77 rounds
BNB surround
Money in my pocket, y'all don't know amount
Welcome to the battleground
We might be underground
You know by now
That we smokin loud
Huh, huh
And I'm still going in hot, ay
I ain't forgot, ay
This is hip hop, ay
This is the plot
Huh, huh
Even the fuckin' coach told me not to give up