[Intro: Tayed Smit & Lil Sata]
Yeah
Run that shit back, Database this song pussy
Fuck it, let's run that shit up Chase
Let's go

[Chorus]
Bro got fucked up, and bronem took a couple L's
We trollin' all the opps, josh around and give 'em hell
Yo' bitch ass got exposed, yo' friends dropped you, fairwell
Then bronem got locked up, and his bitch ass tried to tell
All your friends are gone, your life is fucked, does that shit ring a bell?
Didn't want no confrontation, so you hid up in a shell
Manipulate yo' friends, just to lose your personnel
Database, big dubs for the people that rebellеd

[Verse 1: Tayed Smit]
Database yo' mans suspension time, an еye for an eye
Try to ruin foenem's life, and I'll kill you bitch you'll die
You ain't nothing but a pussy, sweet as an apple pie
Confronted yo' ass face to face, you had your chance but you too shy
And I dare yo' ass to tell on us again cause of this song
The whole staff is on our side, been against you all along
Chase Sheps is on the mic, puttin' you where you belong
On the floor, in the grave, call my gang the Viet Cong
Sixth grade relationship, you still pissed, what the fuck?
New man got n***s of other girls, are you a fuckin' cuck?
And all your boyfriends dumped you, your love life fuckin' sucks
Tried to be a little snitch, but fake hoes don't get no luck
Put yo' man in an opp blunt, just went and caught a body
Yo' bullshit spread so fast, think it traveled in Bugattis
Slide with sticks, for a get back, not talkin' hockey
Three shots to the head, sent yo' ass back to the lobby
Takin' L's daily put y'all asses on an anthem
Lil Durk reference, man these lyrics gettin' random
Capture all y'all asses, then put you up for ransom
God damn I'm hot as fuck, could even call me handsome
[Verse 2: Lil Sata]
Bitches talkin' bout' the fuckin' database, you bitches weird
Got in trouble, then you tried to tell, bitch just take this L
On the money ship, we be settin' sail
Took a couple L's back then, but now me and Chase, we just prevail
Chase left yo' ass at a dance, but you still mad 'bout it
Yeah bitch, that was two years ago, just keep cryin' 'bout it
Know yo' man had n***s, but you'll still lie 'bout it
I don't care if he deleted them, you still allowed it

[Bridge: Lil Sata]
Fuck it, yeah we caught y'all asses off guard
Why you collecting n***s, like they were some Pokemon cards?
If anything, don't even fuckin' mention me
Your ass should be on registries
You could've caught a felony
You couldn't even tell on me

[Verse 3: Tayed Smit]
Abi Ferris, Ash Brokaw, and Addi Trace
You had n***s of three girls, you're a fuckin' disgrace
If CP was for a grade, mafucka' you would ace
Tried deleting that shit quick, but bronem couldn't erase
The evidence, piled up, and you had no escape
Cause you showed all yo' friends, like the n***s were Bored Apes
Tried to end that shit quick, but my boys hit the brakes
Cause yo' ass deserved punishment, it wasn't give or take
[Outro: Lil Sata]
Haha
Run that shit back Chase, run that shit back
Y'all better be bumpin' this shit in DC too
Fuck it