[Intro: DJ.FOOTLONG & ESCO]
(Cough)
Damn, that would have been a pretty good yarn wouldn't it?
We should just keep shit recording through all the way
Yeah

[Verse One: ESCO]
You may keep the pistol strapped but me I keep a Cutlass
Slice 'n' dice with that unless you wild whip out a Musket
Ain’t no ass kissing ‘cept your girl she gets her butt kissed
Man you shouldn’t be so trusting with her that’s a misassumption (haha)
I be steady back tracking before bitches back stabbing
Girly wouldn’t do me dirty like that nah it can’t happen
Why she been acting so wild lately?
Shit it won’t happen
Oh she said she’s had enough? Man I guess it just happened
Really what the fuck, I guess a new hoes what I’m lacking

[Verse Two: DJ.FOOTLONG]
I don’t got hoes I got pieces
Peanut butter yeezys, no Reese’s
Drop a whole album no features
Others just think it, I speak it
Others just say it, I preach it
Others just whisper, I scream it
Dreaming ‘bout a life
Past the life that we’re living
Only winning from now on
My life is like a disco, no slow songs
Go 'til the nights done or til the suns up
Shout out to god for making me, well done

[Verse Three: ESCO]
Reply with well done when somebody offers beef to me
A heavy trigger finger with the burner you’ll get cooked my g
So confident, feel like the new rap games Ron Burgundy
And nah I ain’t tripping if you say you ain’t yet heard of me
Just give it some time honey soon you will stop curving me
And if a rap bozo stealing flows treat it like burglary (woop woop)
I think it’s time to burn some bridges
Jeff
And all them other bitches got my best wishes
Yes
So Issa farewell or good riddance man I guess I’ll see you when you stop making bad decisions
Bless

[Verse Four: DJ.FOOTLONG]
Esco just dipped, that’s nothing to sneeze at
I grind for the cheddar man that’s nothing to cheese at
That’s nacho queso, boy pull your hands back
That’s not the case bro, when they tell me can’t have that
Make a couple millie, got stocks, got assets
Save the ocean, no rubbers, now I have kids
I like to fuck girls butt naked
I like to dance but not ask “can I kick it?”
Got beef, your ass, imma kick it
So when you see JC my ass better kiss it
And every time you Drake me man, imma Pusha you
And when you in your feelings milling imma Drizzy you
And when I’m feeling like a villain I shout out to DOOM
Rhymed you with you, that’s a w
That’s what winners do

[Outro:]
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(Caesar Salad)