We got that broad right off the brick
When you turn up the volume on our shit
They know we play the cards until they hit
'Cause we didn't come to fuck around
Yeah
Seen these rappers livin' like kings
Thought they had it all for they self
Sold they soul to get 'em that budget
Sell they ass, the devil gon' help
And they ain't seen me as a threat
But now I'm catchin' up and they backin' up
And they runnin' scared
Like Paul Walker, I'm hazardous for they health
Ain't no White Parties, I rock black
No Illuminati, nah fuck that
Got no occult in my catalog
Just Raw Thoughts I won't take back
No cage around that could hold me
No blackmail to control me
Now I'm big boss like Tony
Put out hits, they don't know me, huh
Who put CT on blast?
Webby did it, Webby did it
Who taught these kids to rap?
Webby did it, don't you get it?
I just don't give a shit for these idiots, I'm pityless
I kept it real while they sold out
And I'm still out here straight killin' shit
No rape case, no kiddie shit
No Epstein, no Diddy list
No weird celebrity sex charges
Just laid up with a pretty bitch
No record label, no money backers
And your shits what I'm comin' after
So warning shot to the whole game
Times up on these fuckin' rappers
We got that broad right off the brick
When you turn up the volume on our shit
They know we play the cards until they hit
'Cause we didn't come to fuck around, so
Just look around
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Yo, Scott, let me show these motherfuckers (We put it down)
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Watch yourself, you don't know me motherfucker (Said look around)
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
But they buggin', ain't no motherfuckin' runnin'
We comin' for anyone from the second the speaker plugs
And I promise this ain't no regular shit
Yeah, yeah
See, I sent a chill through the room
See 'em flinch hearin my name
Thought by now I would've lost steam
Seventeen years up in this game
When I be comin' they runnin' for cover
These suckers are nothin'
They duckin' and tuckin' they chains
Arthur Morgan with it
I'm pullin' up with the gang
Through the rain, through the flames
On the edge, I've been down and I've been out
But when they thought that I was dead
When I put some birdshot in the pump as vultures circles overhead
Pencil full of hot lead so step lightly when you tread
Who idependently pioneered?
Webby did it, Webby did it
Who be that guy they fear?
Webby is it? Don't you get it?
I'm the one these guys up in my lane are too afraid to face
See, I could call these rappers out by name and still won't take the bait
Don't believe me? Let me demonstrate it real quick
G-Eazy's a bitch and he won't say shit
I'm that raw from the brick
The one that they ain't fuckin' with
And if you brave enough to take a shot then pray that you don't miss
Webb
We got that broad right off the brick
When you turn up the volume on our shit
They know we play the cards until they hit
'Cause we didn't come to fuck around, so
Just look around
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Yo, Scott, let me show these motherfuckers (We put it down)
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Watch yourself, you don't know me motherfucker (Said look around)
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
Got 'em runnin' scared (Runnin')
But they buggin', ain't no motherfuckin' runnin'
We comin' for anyone from the second the speaker plugs
And I promise this ain't no regular shit
Scott, I told you
Got 'em runnin' scared
Got 'em runnin' scared
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
I ain't come down to Miami to fuck around
Got 'em runnin' scared
Got 'em runnin' scared
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
I got a bone to pick with this fuckin' industry
Got 'em runnin' scared
Got 'em runnin' scared
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
I'm comin' at all these rappers now
Every last one of em
Fuck around and find out, yeah
