[Produced By Platinum Pat]
[Intro]
2,1,2
From B to U
Some Shotta sh**
s**ers getting beat down(2x)
Bud a bye bye
Now s**ers getting beat down
s**ers getting beat down(on a daily)
s**ers getting beat down(2x)
Budda bye bye
[Verse 1: Astro]
Now it's so many debates about who really running this
Rappers getting weaker man they taking out the fun in this
I'm causing damage, ain't stopping until there's too much breath to manage
Making a n***a vanish, Living a movie, but don't need cameras on canons
I'm losing my manners, got hits, but major folk don't play me though
Saying that they gonna support, but looking at me like "you ain't pay me Stro"
Guess I'm dolo, me and my crew, Grade A logo
Ya'll spitting so-so
Ah, Approaching charts with a pogo
Stick to the script or getcha noggin under jogging
Really kicking knowledge
Phony here for dollars
Funny you quit the dollars when you hear the dollars coming in
Your rain on the top, stop when I start Thunderin
Buggin ain't loving these women I'm hugging you nothing
I'm rugged my borough is dug-in I'm fly you just luggage
You n***as will rummage for something that's thumpin
Instead of just lookin at this cat from Brooklyn
Augustine put a catchy hook in you're dead
I'm still god body in the flesh
Lyrical fest
And ammo for any n***a that testin
Got my war paint tatted
I really do this sh** you just added
Twitter legends I'm repping my Brooklyn brethrens
Pull out your cell and
Take this number for the coroner
Ya'll n***as is large, but you ain't messing with the orators
He who trying to be brave must be dealt with I'll break you
I see through your make-up rick baker couldn't save you
I'ma hire some goons turn a blogger to a jogger
My pick reads you shouldn't play'em wait till I alayam
Dismantle and display'em
Which one a wanna want the ultimatum
Can't compete then n***a scram
Damn
[Outro]