[Intro]
BossUp, n***a
Real Rx
Y'all n***as dead kids, man

[Verse]
Walk in this bitch like (?)
LL Cool J with the Kangol
Slide thru this bitch like Snow Billy
Goddamn right I got my glick with me
You taking pictures of another n***a chain
You tryna live off another n***a fame
You doing interviews on another n***a name
Runnin round claiming another n***a gang
5.56'll bust your brain
Go through you and what's-his-name
You took pictures in your lil man shoes
You know damn well that ain't cool
Jump in my Audi and hit the throttle
Drink my Moët from the bottle
5.56 shoot Ado
5.56 go through the auto
5.56 through the (?)
Now there's no more Billy Ado
You can run fast but the glick caught him
(?)
I wouldn't get shit if I ever robbed him
That's the reason I never robbed him
I never seen n***as drive a foreign
Never seen n***as flash their own money
You on No Jumper talking bout a rat
You basically ratting on a rat
I said what I said and that's that
Every time I talk it's all facts
I was in Miami with your main man
Not one time did I see him exchange grams
I done cooked crack with these same hands
Beat n***as to death with these same hands
Shot so many guns with these same hands
My block should have been on Gangland
Y'all n***as got no game plan
All day smoking the same strain
Back to back, goddamn
Y'all n***as hate me like y'all hate Shotti
Broad daylight, I get on your body
Pop Smoke, Welcome to the Party
If I got a problem I don't call nobody
(?)
I'm strapped even at the 40/40
Hundred in the drac, I give you 40
I'm (?)
(?)
I'm Suge Knight, (?) n***as in his glory
Hang a n***a out of 20 stories
These n***as gonna tell 20 stories
But fuck your stories
Will you tell me why I never saw your Audi
But you always talk about the Audi
I mean, I never even seen you park the Audi
Never seen you get in and start the Audi
How I know you even bought the Audi
You the type of n***a that just talk for talking
I got dough on me and dogs barking
You on an Airbnb with six n***as
And I guarantee it's not one pistol
When I get that pack i get (?)
Since day one I always been crippin
When I talk I make a bitch listen
When it come to Pap, it's a big difference
I will grab you by your neck and twist it
I don't know what kind of drugs you been getting
But n***a, you fucking trippin
And take them jeans off, I know you itchin
When they get holes you just re-stitch them
I mean, you post 'em in every picture
N***a had them on since December
Even further back if I remember
I get it, them your favourite denims
But you look dirtier than a bitch in 'em
Who brought you home and your big homie
That n***a should be ashamed
Why the fuck they put you in a gang
N***a you dirtier than Jermaine
Up the fifth, beat your brain
You got punched in your face at the airport
They punched your man durag off his head
Y'all n***as running round with the feds
Doing interviews about a fed
Talking about he left you for dead
Now you doing songs with Trippie Redd
What the fuck going on in your head
You need to lay down and go to bed
Wake up and try life again
I don't get into that swiping shit
And I bet ten bands you can't work your wrist
When you was upstate you was a n***a bitch
Now you coming home acting tough and shit
Punch you in your face bust your lip
Grab your bitch face, bust on her lip
This is way beyond talking shit
I'm trying to let you know how it can get
I'm a young n***a with no sense
You a broke n***a who can't pay your rent