[Triple777 ; Verse 1]
Goddamn your a motha fuckin asshole, goddamn Ima boutta fuckin spaz bro!
All you snowflake faggot pussies built like Hasbro
Talkin shit up on the net cause you think rap real
This shit just another market to these fake hoes, they could give a singe fuck of where the sound goes
Always followin' these trends never make more
Then go braggin to they friends who are softmores
Bitch you 30, still rap like zillakami
You talkin all that ladi dadi, get another hobby
Ugh picture perfect, pretending you somebody
You squackin that you caught a body, but won’t hurt nobody
Fucks up!
I put yo mouth to thе curb bitch
Fuck up!
I split yo jaw with the verbiage
Fucks up!
I skin yo body likе some deerskin
Fucks up!
All this shit you say irrelevant!
SoundCloud rappers sound like middle school bitches
Yung Flex had the vision, bitch you better go listen
I’m gon' live by these words till I make it official
I’m the underlord bitch, I don’t needa judicial

[Yung Flex ; Verse 2]
Time and time again, I tell these losers how we not the same
Must’ve did too many Xans, that shit not getting through they brains
Tryna run up in the industry and blow it out the frame
Still don’t take myself too seriously, but this shit not a game!
Tryna rid the fucking scene of all the fake shit
How the fuck these pussies out here blowing up the rapists?
How the fuck you out here bumping rap, but you a racist?
Pogo in the pit until his fucking chest caved in
None these n***as scare me, I won’t even act subtle
Watch me pull up on that bitch and make him backpedal
If you ain’t me or 7, boy don’t even act special
And don’t even think bout calling this shit trap metal
These faggots trash how flex out-spit they asses rapping for fun
You big and bad, but haven’t even heard the sound of a gun
Game on our back, and rappers steady out here adding up tons
I’ll light a blunt up in remembrance when your 15 is done!