[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
I fucked a bag up my first time punching
Took like 9 trips before I got the hang of it
Look at me now, them bands keep coming
Like [?], the only differents, you don't hear drumming
The spot sort of like your breath, it be [?]
You can smell the runts down the street, it be stanking
You like them Gucci belts at the gass station
Everybody and they mama know you faking
Your jewler need his ass beat
Everything you cop from dawg look cheep
You might trick them hoes, but you can't fool me
You got that shit the same place they sell G
Heard a n***a diss me in a song, that shit booty
Would've got more views if you interviewed me
Don't nobody wanna hear your ass tryna beef
Talking cash shit off a YouTube beat

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
N***a want a verse from me, [?] that shit [?]
[?] you broke with no hustle, that shit deep
I'm riding around with big drac, I ain't 6 deep
And this Glock 23 shooting 6 feet
You can't walk in my shoes, I got big feet
And I heard your lil raps, they are not sweet
And I [?] your lil bitch, she is my freak
If you feel like I'm sneak dissing, come and pop me
[Verse 3: Pretty Brayah]
I am not a model, it's isential that I state that
I'm like the car [?], when I spit, I only state facts
I really like to fuck, and don't believe in all the safe sex
If we only fuck each other, why you bringing out some latex?
Bitch I'm really hot, [?] my pussy is the best
Yeah he fucked you, but he left you, said your pussy can't get wet
You see me in the city, cause I'm running up a check
I ain't fucking on your n***a, just be running up his neck
Now you running up his texts, bitch, cry me a river
I don't even want the dick if it ain't fucking up my liver
Need the dick to make me shiver, know I sound like a freak
He [?] I ain't tryna get no sleep