(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz) He wanna tazer, he left me in shock Like why wouldn't you tote on a knock If that bitch on my dick, then she settin' a drop So you better be cautious of thots I cannot come if she want me to see her You tried to diss, he got sent to the reaper Like a slender, the way that I creep up She ain't no rapper then she- EBK 41, they gon' follow the leader Hoodie on, and creep up like a reaper He tried to play and got popped with no meter Bullets hit him, give that boy a seizure Ima call him shifty with the rock Dummy boy thinkin' we 'bout to box Like why wouldn't you tote on the knocks And my bitch is a baddie, she settin' the drop Beam on my dick, boy was runnin' like [?] Opp in the sky like the Statue of Liberty I can't run with this heavy artillery It's a new boy tryna diss, is you shittin' me? I could pull up and clean the vicinity [?] make the bullets deliveries Oh, he thought he was lit on the grip Homie do not forgive I'm a foolish like [?] Everyday I'm just hearin' 'em diss Niggas keep talkin', like "Is you shittin' me" Boy, that nigga not tough, he a bitch I can see why he beat on his bitch He with that bitch, he gon' die with the bitch He was tough, now he dead in a ditch Like Osama, I'm takin' that risk We gon' aim for his head and make him do a flip Totin' the knocker, I'm doin' it properly No roller coaster, then shorty is ridin' me Me, my money don't play with economy All on my dick, man these niggas be kind to me He not a demon, that shit be mythology I love green, now they talkin' on brocolli After I nut, she gon' walk away wobbly Niggas my sons, they owe me an apology Get to the money like it was monopoly Now that I'm up do not tell me you proud of me I'm a star, I ain't talkin' astrology This one for all the niggas who doubted me Like, I be busy, travellin' to banks Dummy boy, how you spinnin' a tank And you know I can't be there for stank Like all these opps got me throwin' the racks And he told me spin back, okay .40 gon' clap, both ways Move tact', don't play I'm in a renty, we spin broad day Two knocks, beam on each I got a baddie, she all in my sheets Say you know Ima tweak on a beat And I cannot be messin' with none of you skitches Lonely nigga from rags to riches Now a nigga like bags of bitches Fuck a bitch, I'm in love with by blick He got hit in the face with the choppa All in the trench tryna find me a - No referee, but I bet you I blow How you say you smokin' my deads And I don't got no deads, that nigga gotta go Max in the spot and they all sayin' yes She in the spot screamin' "Everything deady" Mr. Everything Deady, I'm ready nigga I can't lack, I'm walkin' round with becky Only been 5 months, now I'm rich Handy Mandy, that boy gettin' fixed Dummy boy, he got turnt to a lick And I'm smokin' that boy who got shot in his shit