Part 1

[Intro]
Ooh, you green as fuck (and he green)
No Milwaukee but I'm finna' let it buck (I let it buck)
Solluminati, man, I heard that shit was tough, for him
Man, I heard that shit was tough (Okay, it's tough)

[Verse]
Pittsburgh, I know that jit is steelin' (Okay he steelin')
Fishing rod, tell me who is reeling? (Oh nah, he fake)
I want smoke, and he smoke, so who the dealer? (Aye, who his plug?)
He on that pussy shit, he need a litter (He need it)
Let it loose like change, I'm taking yo' chain, yo' ass can't fight, (You can't)
Yo' flow too plain, Ion' even like planes, Ima' still take flight, (Take it)
You wanted DDG cousin, aye, that's sad, my n***a, you wilin', (Aye, jit, you sad)
'Cause yo' music is ass, you won't go gold, and you won't get diamonds, (Yo' shit is trash)
All them video clips you watch, my n***a, them shits be whack, (Them shits be dumb)
Ima' put a real clip in yo' face, let's see how Flight reacts, (Aye, jit be scared)
Honestly, like, Ion' even play, though
I can tell that you soft like clay, (You is)
How you wear durags, but still find a way to ride my wave? (Lame)
You steal people lyrics 'cause you can't think of none, yo' ass ain't real, (JIT, you fake)
When I came out metal is the only time a n***a like me gotta' steel, (No cap)
I know that n***a pussy, when I see you, lil' buddy, you better not panic, (Better not)
If I catch that n***a lackin', Ima' wet that pussy like Megan Thee Stallion, (Aye, wet ass pussy)
Trust you don't want no problems with me, I'll do you way worse than McQueen
I'm talkin' 'bout left-right hooks, you can't write hooks, so you finna' catch one to yo' teeth, (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Hope I never catch you on the street, I put this on me, 'cause I'm hittin' that stain like bleach
Ion' even gotta shoot, that's weak, I put this on G, 'cause you can get socked like feet, (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
We could even box, that's sweet, but as soon as you reach, I'm letting it bark like trees, (Grr, grr, grr, grr)
Then, FTC gon' stand for For The Clip 'cause that's all yo' ass gon' see, (For real)
Hell naw, I ain't lettin' you push me (Nope)
N***a, I know you pussy (I know)
Hell yeah, I'm finna bake his ass for thinkin' it's sweet like cookies, (No cap)
Boy, where you at? I'm steppin' like pedals, (I'm comin')
Boy, Ima' let it pop like kettle, (I'm comin')
N***a, you tatted up, you should be gettin' used to gettin' hit with the metal, (No cap)
If you stealin' people lyrics, how the fuck they finna' go hard? (How?)
Doing time in prison, only time we got the steel bars
You stole my bars, I ain't let shit slide, Ima' swing like a park
I ain't gon' fold like clothes, I'm letting you know Ima' blow like fart, pussy, (Boom!)
Part 2

[Intro]
Man, some shit just be like, pure disrespectful, man
I be feelin' like "Who raised y'all n***as?", man, some of y'all n***as just be bitches, man
And it made just me mad, like, this n***a from Florida, like, y'all n***as just gotta' chill
R.I.P. Flight
(It's Blue Nightmare, n***a, who you think it is? Woo!)

[Verse]
I wasn't even mad at first, when I was sitting right there in the crib, (No cap)
But I seen that he tried to make it seem like the lyrics he took was his (You stupid?)
He on the phone with another YouTuber sayin' he ain't even know who I is, (He cappin')
And that he only gave credit to his only producers, Blueface, and Teejayx6, (That's dumb)
But I put that shit out in November, (I did)
Shit, all my fans remember, (They do)
But guess what? He gon' flag on the net, actin' like he already wrote that shit in September, (Pussy)
And he saying, "I stole your lyrics, my n***a, like, what you gon' do?" (I'm comin')
But just come to Miami so we can link up and I finally get to go with my mood, (Like please)
To the fans, I'm not clout-chasing, like the n***a just stole my drip, (He did)
And gave credit to everyone else but me, man, Flight's a trip, get it?
He makin' money off it, man, some of y'all n***as just pure bitch
Man, how would y'all feel, bruh, like a n***a just take yo' shit?

[Outro]
And t- And he just sayin' like "Woah, what the fuck you gon' do about it?"
You know what I'm saying? Like, that shit lame as fuck, bruh, that's my shit, n***a
Like, just come, come to Miami or some shit so we can just link-up and box it out
Like, that's it, bruh, just like 30 seconds, we can just throw straight hands
No gloves, just fists
And then- And then we just walk off like man, bro, we can shake hands and everything but
You know, that shit like disrespectful
When a n***a just take yo' shit, he say "What you gon' do about it?"
And the he say "Oh, oh, I don't even know who that is, that shit don't even ring a bell, I wrote all that shit by myself"
Like, how disrespectful could you get, bruh?
Like, but- but that's just straight though, bro
But I'm not gon' hold no grudges against him
Let's just get a little boxing match, a little 30 second inner- you know what I'm sayin'?
A little 30 second shit, and then, that's it, bro