You boys looking busted
Folk emaciated and stuff
Cousin talking he gone pop out with the tool then it's up
I'm in no mood for the gawking, ima serve up the rust
I got the brawn with me, so smacking em up is a must

Lookin beat with a snaggletooth like "mane what's the deal"
Sleeping with the enemy, betrayal got a lil feel
Me double cross ya fucking leech, I know that he tryna steal
Hella salt because ya hoe was showing me how she squeal

And I been had all this motion for a lil' minute now
You don't hear much banter cuz I'm busy ripping shit up
Tell me what's good with ya look, I heard you wearing it out
And yup I heard that dog shit, bruh I don't like how it sound

Boy I put it down
You can't say wassup
If you fucking with my clique, let it be known
We'll cut it up
You actin' like a bop, not with the shit, I'm not gone play it
If you got a bone to pick, then you could say it, you could spray it
Don't ask me!