[Verse 1: Vietnam Fla$hback$]
Flashbacks, Yeah
Shoutouts to Kako, MMC, M2KV, Deykwan, Yeh, A$AP $PEED, Viv
It's Flashbacks, Yeh, No snapback
For you that are dissing, You can get packed
You seen us on the streets hunting
If we see you, Man, You better start running
Didn't you say you tried to run or something?
Funny thing is that we balling with no funding
Isn't the jokes you saying getting old?
And you a snitch so people getting told
If you don't believe me, We will it fold
You really just frozen looking pretty damn cold
You talk shit, Then suck up
You stupid white boy, You acting like a motherfucking playboy
But you let people treat you like a toy
Look at your head, Fucking idiot!
Last minute delays, Chea
Flashbacks
When speak your name you disappear like, KAPESH
You really just frozen looking pretty damn cold
You talk shit, Then suck up
You stupid white boy, You acting like a motherfucking playboy

[Verse 2: A$AP $PEED]
I grab my knife and fork and I rip into ya
Got to the back, Where you lack and we gone finish ya
How you claim to square up when you a cylinder
You can't even do math with the integers
You getting the real beating of your life
You look like the type to try and beat your wife
I see you been up in the sun, You still looking white
To be honest it was dying down, But now there's fucking hype
Can't hang in my spot, I hang with G's only
You talking all this big shit, But we know you a punk ass phony
Talking to some hoes, Cause you've always been lonely
Fucking with them young kids, People calling you KONY
I rip into your thoughts and then I takeover
You lost the glasses that you had, You girly, Makeover
Surely, You ain't snitch, Cause we layover
Bet you ask all of your one night stands to stay over
Honestly, you were the friend, But now you the enemy
Looking at twelvies, While you turning seventeen
Once we roast your ass, Your name will be a memory
You can say all that you want, But your shit's not offending me
I feel like I gotta let you rest but you getting roasted
This is for all of the times your bald ass tried boasting
When the wind be blowing, We see the hairs open
Your hair look like a dead president, No point to go voting

[Verse 3: Deykwan]
This world be trapped in envy
Don't expect spares, Cause I ain't friendly
Don't be full, so, Cause you be semi
Acting like you be hit up, Hit up on all this Henny
This world ain't really fair, Everybody, Knows that
If you were really opened-eyed, You would see that
Talking bout them days when, Shit wasn't bad
Man, Nobody cares about you, That's why you so mad
Saw you on a death-note, He was so glad
No one wanna put up with your fads
Let's face the facts
Many of your mans, Yeah, They really whack
Sounding like, Your time wasn't that
Rapping you just a, Starter pack
I hope nobody really cares for you
You only took that it was a joke
All you really did, We really poke
But to me it was more like a throat-choke
Only one thing I can say to you is hope
Looking up about me, You acting like a nerd
Typing out my lyrics, Word for word
Hater turned fan, Man that's what I heard
Matter fact, That's what I observed
Stop acting so cool, Cause, Man, you not
Snitches be snitches, That ain't hot
Man, I see out in nowhere, Not a spot
Please go home, Cause you just sound lost
You just regular, No time for no upgrade
When you on the net, Got options to say
Please stop peeping over me, Please stay away
Creating fake beef, Just say it to my face
I really went in got people tryna stop me
Squad heard speed, Then everybody tryna spot me
Copying everything that I do, Style-Stalking
Then you see other people, Yeah, You style hopping
Askin, Man, Who you mocking?
Got it up on your mind, What's the problem?
Looking at the ground, Bruh, You embarrassed?
Defending myself was a bad habbit
Standing up with the clique, Man you think that you savage?

[Verse 4: AK HA$H]
Shout to my Narma, Gold $hank
Yeh, Narma

Shoot you with my diss
You know I wouldn't miss
Try to shoot my party, But you ain't on the list
Mac-10's, Rolling up with your daddy's Benz
We stole that shit last year, But it depends...
Whether or not you go down in flames
That shit is hot, Welcome to the rap game
It won't be the same
Tryna know her name
Bitch ass Narmer
She's something you cannot claim
Get fuck away from my Narma's sister
Probably too, Cause we know you did her
She doesn't even have that modeling figure
One day, You would know, When I pull the trigger
Wrong crew, Bitch ass, You wear blue
Thinking we a group, Fucker! We a gang too
We not scared to shoot
Fuck playing by the rules
Try to fuck with me? And you will end up on the roof
Formal's where you gonna be at
You a fucking rat
Show up, and I will murk you will my baseball bat
The only thing you feel is the wrath of my bat
Don't bother returning back to the place you live
Probably up in flames, Cause this shit is lit
Click-Click, That's the sound of my fully-loaded clip
Get back, But I can't guarantee, You can ever live
Get back, But I can't guarantee, You can ever live

[Verse 5: Paper Boy]
Free Bobby, Shoutout to Vincent Uoy
#PrayForVincentUoy
#FreeLionel, #FreeEveryone

Why you tryna play drug dealer, You ain't no killer
Tryna fuck a Lam, That's fucked up man
15 losing hair, If you died, No one cares
Why a bad wolf chasing little young Lams
Look stressed, You need a Xan
Hater turned fan
Looking like an abortion gone very wrong
Look stressed, You need a Xan
Hater turned fan
Looking like an abortion gone very wrong
Fucking with the Ops
Wanna talk shit, Get dropped
If I catch a body, You would snitch, Bitch
Why you tryna play drug dealer, You ain't no killer
Why you tryna play drug dealer, You ain't no killer
Riding through the valleys with my day ones
Murking you, With the help of Deykwan
Three shots, Send your body flying
Say you like girls you must be lying
Say you like girls you must be lying
Three shots, Send your body flying
Say you like girls you must be lying