[Chorus: BVDLVD]
Don’t come 'round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah

[Verse 1: BVDLVD]
B-B-BVD, why you so mad? Wait
Can a BVDLVD get topped?
Can a mad man move? Rabbid
Jackrabbit, then skirt when things get robbed, yeah
And your girl got dogged
Passed round the pack, take a sniff, star dog, yeah
Ain’t about on job
Man make P's, just chillin in my socks
Can you take it?
I just turned a new leaf, imma rake it
Bag it up, make it double, fuck a payslip
Rack it up, that’s a duffle full of wages
Big stages, man's got plans set for big places
Shorty wanna fuck, that's dangerous
Shorty got a back that's spacious
Shorty got a back that's spacious
[Chorus: BVDLVD]
Don’t come 'round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah

[Verse 2: KDVSGOLIATH]
I been stepping correct, no regular flex
I don’t need shanks, no weapon to flex
I want mills, I'm just making the steps and what? (Huh?)
Ya Carti fake and don’t talk 'bout no telling me claims
They talk mortality rates, rates, mate, mate
I can’t end up like you on Leica
I stopped that crap a while back
I make more, I need to try harder, yuh
I don’t wanna do no drilling or clapping food
I wanna make some mills
Clapping food to make mills, can’t beat me
Back to beef with these deals

[Chorus: BVDLVD]
Don’t come 'round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah
[Verse 3: HEN$HAW]
What’s that poking out your jacket?
Man best back it
Send me to Hell if a man gon' slap it
R.I.P, lay me in a casket
KMT, if a man wan chat shit
B-Y-E if she ain’t no bad bitch
H-E-double-N-Y, too active
If you dont know by now, that’s gang shit
And a man move frantic, fantastic
Soon blow like a hand thing and I need more songs
No long so I get more gone no captain, no cappin'
L.S. on a madting and them, so jarring
So you know the man can't be jammin