Now we can settle this like you got some class, so we can get into some gangsta s**t.
(Quavo) Hey, Chris, I don't want no issues, bruh
I don't want no smoke, I don't wanna fight you
I don't wanna do nothin', bruh
Like, please, bruh

Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with C?
Who want—, who want smoke with me?
Who want—
Brr, brr, brr, yeah, yeah

Okay, let's get down to the facts, p***y, I'm dripped in red (Okay)
Don't let this R&B s**t fool you, n***as get ripped to shreds (Get Down)
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, n***a, you a b***h with dreads (You a B***h)
Can't wait to see the day that you back up all that s**t you said (You on)
What's all that boss s**t you talkin'? You ain't no huncho, n***a (cin't no huncho)
You the weakest link outta yo' clique, let's keep it a hundo, n***a (One hunnid)
You f**ked my ex-h*, that's cool, I don't give no f**k, lil n***a (Still a b***h)
'Cause I f**ked yo' ex when you were still with her, b***h, I'm up, lil n***a (I'm up)
They say revenge is sweet, now think about that s**t (Revenge is sweet)
Don't let that line go over your head, I might just sing about that s**t (Crack, crack, crack)
I had her fiending 'bout that d**k, there's something sweet about that s**t(Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
I got some tea up out that b***h, but I ain't go speak about that s**t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wow (I got brr)

I ain't playin' chess with a checker player, I'm a tickin' bomb on the detonator (Yeah, yeah)
I s**t on n***as, I'm a defacator, I put a Migo on a ventilator (Yeah, yeah, brr, what?)
Stop talkin' 'bout beatin' girls, you was beatin' b***hes on the elevator
We seen the tapes, that's devastatin' (Brr, bow)
You doin' bad, you a b***h, and yo' music trash (Yeah yeah, yeah)
Fashion week, they sat me next to yo' lame a**, I was truly mad (What?)
cll I kept thinkin' 'bout was breakin' yo' face, but I gave you a pass (What?)
You lucky I ain't wanna f**k the money up, boy, I woulda broke you in half (Brr, bow)
Quit tryin' to be tough, you ain't like that, why you keep showin' off? (ca)
Quit talkin' 'bout drugs, you the only pack that I been smokin' on (Whoa)
I just hit my plug, told him, ""Come back, I'ma need more than one"" (Come on)
Yo' last album was a weed tray, just some bulls**t that we roll up on (Brr, bow)
You know it's on, put you to bed, night, night, that's Sudafed (Yeah)
Show me that I'm tender, b***h, time to prove what you just said, (Wow, wow)
R.I.P. Takeoff, he the only real one, I got true respect
Crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (Oh s**t! Brr)

You trippin', Chris, don't say that, don't lose your head (Damn)
You done turned the big bad wolf on, these f**k n***as never knew revenge (Woo)
This what happens when a f**k n***a push a real n***a out to the edge (Yeah)
This what happens when a dumb n***a get fame and it get to his head (Yeah)
You gon' kiss this ring, n***a, big ""f**k you"" from my middle finger (Yeah)
I tattoo my trigger finger, bring real beef to yo' dinner table (Yeah, Brr, ga, bow)
My mental state ain't ever stable, I know this s**t gon' sting, n***a (Bah, Grrah)
I'll run yo' ass through the wringer, n***a, you just got bodied by a singin' n***a (Grr, grr, grr), b***