[Hook]
You little puppies got a long leash
And you Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
You f**ed up if you thought sh** would be good
After you crossed me; homie you Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
And I ain't ever had this type of sh** escalate
But if you really want it with your boy, then I'm a demonstrate
Y'all keep pushing me you'll see my hate emanate
f** you, I'm ready 24/7 everyday
[Verse 1]
First off, f** you b**h and that click you claim
"Real Crackheadz" should be y'all new official name
And I ain't phased by none of the f**ing sh** you say
You b**h made, you ain't hard and you gits don't bang
Ain't no gangs out in Bradenton, so why you fakin' then?
And why you trying to rap, you f**ing p**y? You ain't made for this
The moment that I seen you in real life, knew you was fake as sh**
Let's talk beef, call me weed cause I'm a fade you b**h
I know you won't smoke me, so put your gun down
And fight me hand-to-hand like a man you little phony
I know that you can't scrap, I seen your video with
Flash G and that sh** looked exactly like a fight with cats
The anger in my past, I've detached from
But now you wanna flap your dicks**er mo'f**a? I'm 'bout to act up
And snap on this wack a** f*g trying to act tough
Scared of that one-on-one that's why you want your back up
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
f** around and get blood on my knuckles
Cause you chumps ain't a blood but you love to be frontin'
Y'all look like Malibu's Most Wanted
You need to watch your f**ing tone cause that beef, boy you don't want it
And why you call yourself "TBird"?
The only Bird I f**ing know of is my boy Austin Thebert
And Destini, you think this f** boy's the original?
If you truly believe that, you must have drowned in a kiddie pool
When you were younger, I got some news about this motherf**er
He ain't original, he's just a mothaf**in' s**er
You think you're hard cause you broke into my parent's crib?!
How come you didn't try it when I lived there, ya b**h?!
Cause I'd have put you in a body bag
But the next time I see you, I'll beat your a** I promise that
211=187's simply based on facts
I ain't about to spend my life in prison cause I k**ed your a**
[Hook 2]
But you can call me Michael Vick when you cross me
That's what you dogs get for Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
An a** beating is in store since you wronged me
You'll get the whole supply of it for Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
Catch these fists like a frisbee or a dog treat
That's what you dogs get for Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
Real Crackaz ain't sh**, bet they all sweet
Y'all don't want beef, b**h you Barkin' Up The Wrong Tree
[Outro]