Now i dont know what you had planned for this summer
Maybe a little album, little mixtape, little single
Do your self a favor and throw that shit in the fucking trash
Cause i just got word from the scuff god
That we running this whole shit this summer
Ily solos, crash infinity, lets go

I had to change the flow
I dropped a couple ounces
But that shit ain't even cut it though
I mean, I just want the game unlocked
If he take my spot, then he get beamed like Spock, okay
Light up my OG, deep in that pussy
No one came to shove, so I started getting pushy
Skills stealin' hella low, I don't need to settle scores
I walk up on that beat like it's the fuckin' floor

And it's some shit that I know
You a bitch, handin' neutral, I just call you fido
Then you holding all the songs
What the fuck are you gon' do wit em?
You say that ain't the best, but I don't see nobody doin' it

Grabbed by the shoulders, throw them under the tour bus
Last thing I heard was a crunch in the shortcuts
I could do this all day, cute twink, died cut
Turn him into parfait
Every rapper I know, depressed or lazy
A motherfuckin' scuff guy, got the party goin' crazy
You don't know that, cause don't nobody invite you
Really only wrote his whole joint just to spite you
I don't care if I can sign, i'm not bumpin' Quadeca
Twenty-one year old, young trans, transetter
Man, you write me for a verse, and I'm gon' hop on do it better
Cause I'm based, listen how it's sound Pussy just got at the

I'm a 110 Twenty -fuckin', don't even ask me that
I'll walk up in that bitch and put the problem in the ground
Made a funny tweet, now I can talk her out of town
Y 'all harassing, asking for some

But not right now
I mean I guess right now
I hope you're good when I do it
That demeanor come out, my fingers turn into sewage
Rowdy blew it, they follow me cause they know ily solos
The type to turn the title magic to a fuckin' no -show

Oh shit, so that's how we're coming?
You really fuckin' up careers with this one, huh, scuff?