[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
These n***as lightweight fightin a champion
I pull up with the simmie n***as askin what happen
Yeah I spit dope like a n***a be trappin
Flow wet can you pa** me a napkin?
Imma vet with yo b**h I be makin it happen
You a internet thug talkin bout you be clappin
I'm a real like Mac told yo b**h cuz she asked me
Flow just nasty
All in yo face like acne
Coolin wit my dogs like shaggy
My b**h hold a strap no tranny
I'm concrete you candy
Hot fire flame might make your b**h fan me
Shots at your family
Glock to your granny
I run up in yo yard like the dog don't scare me
He get two shots too
You step dad and your pops too
Now your stuck and its not glue
I can draw one Glock cuz I got two
I spit thunderbolts
I'm Riachu
I put the guns away
And Mike Tys' you
I give em straight bars I indite you
No fed tho
Hollow tips straight to a n***a head tho
I cut his ease off
Make him beg tho
I tell my girlfriend
Grab his legs hoe
I cut his head off I'm the head honcho
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
What the f** is up with these n***as conscious I do a n***a like how Drizzy did Common
Common sense I am not the one to plot against cuz you know Curry is ultimate commin down comin round hearin a hundred rounds
I'm from a place where they run it down
Even tho its the future it feels like the past and the present is pa**in my blunt around
Will it ever change like a parking meter When I park n***as spark the heat up
Man down or Nelson Mandela put behind the bars
We the best seller in the underground I'm the best seller
n***as think I sold out
Only way that to happen is if they took my soul out
All swag re [?]
In that's no doubt
Take em out missin like they whoopie goldberg's eyebrows
Didn't like to hear me now they fear me
This for all the n***as who dont know bout the truth
Why you think the magazines cover people like you
You ain't talkin bout sh** yet they do what you do
Corruptin to youth
Invasion of the wack sh** to lame
This is a taste test of my black dick
f**in up environment
Lives in the entire run
Face the wrath of my mothaf**in Gallic gun
b**hes ain't sh** and n***as ain't either
I am not kidding I'll send em to a reaper
That's a jk that's a damn shame how the game played late
Raised in the un-tamed county of Dade