Intro:
Ha, no one thought I was gonna drop another one the next
Day
Don't believe me if you want to but I am
(You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge)
Verse 1:
Christopher not
Today
No, Chris not
Today
I'm already back, it's only been
A day
You call the diss wack, so I'm
Back today
And this time (California Love)
I'm not gonna play!
And now Chris I'm back to
k** you
Last time you almost died, but you
Pulled through
Pimp slap a dude, know me stuff
Is lit
s**a need a first
Aid kit
Last time used a Drake beat, now it's
O.T
Frickin' Summer 17 on
Repeat
After I drop this e'rybody gonna
Know
That you can't beat me
Oh no!
Tell me, who's dropping tracks daily hitta?
That's me!
Who's the one pulled up at your frickin' house?
That's me!
Bruh, Ypsi is a army you ain't got
Nobody
If you drop a new track, I'll drop another
Homie
And you say I'm not savage, what am
I now Chris
You just a frickin'
Clown
1 to 0 that's the
Dang score
If I drop a new track I got
Diss galore
Taking over, can't stop it
Try to cop his track that
Junk is free
That means more money
For me!
All I got us fire bars, and all
They clean!
And it's that Christopher not
Today crap
If you come at me, you better
Work your craft
If you drop a diss track everybody gonna
Laugh
I ain't got
Time
'cause I know you
Lyin'
I sent Summer 17, guess that's not
Enough
I drop a 117, s**a can't call my bluff
Tried to end it yesterday
But I got another
s**a, Ypsi couldn't care if you Jackson's
Brother
I spit 100 bars a second, I'm on
Frickin' fire
Dabin' on these fools, they some
Fake liers