[Intro]
(Caden)
(Fony wallace biatch!)
I'm a fucking crack whore, hehe (Yuh)
Yuh, yuh
What? Yuh

[Verse]
Walk up-walk up in that bitch, I got a weenie in my mouth, uh
Caught-caught-caught me feelin' buzz, like up in the house, uh
I got me a gun, this shit carry hunnid rounds, uh
Bitch-bitch-bitch, I smoke blood, this shit blew me to my couch, uh
Keep-keep alotta money, you can touch inside my pouch, uh
Rappers lookin' funny, boy, they lookin' like some clowns, uh
Sippin' on that dirty shit, but I sip color brown, uh
Bitch, I got a blurry which is brighter than my crown , uh
I cannot fuck with yo' sounds, you all do the same shit
When you screamin' hella loud over 808s
Like, how is you gettin' any clout when you screamin' on these beats?
I woulda thought that you'd back down
And shoutout to all of my opps, why you say you carry chops
You ain't really in the field, boy, you out here in some crocs
Get the fuck up out my way, get the fuck up out my spot
Get the fuck up out the game, I know yo' shit finna flop
Put the mic out and stop
This-this-this is not yo' passion
I'm up in the lamb truck, croozin' then I'm gassin'
Shame ol' me, if you ever catch me lackin'
Keep the blade on me, now I feel like I'm Hugh Jackman
Yeah, I feel like Wolverine, pull up on you then I'll stab it
Yeah, I feel like Jason Voorhees, I'ma shed it, steady slashin'
I might pop out with a choppa, 'cause these rappers wants the action
When they jump, they bought out scapin'
I'ma just sit here and just pack 'em
Bitch, you aren't in my bracket
I ain't scared of none of y'all, me and KarmaMob
Fuckin' gigglin' makin' fun of y'all
How you wanna beef when outside people think we under y'all
Yo' bitch gettin' hit when she around me like a tetherball
[Outro]
I cannot believe I just fuckin' said that corny ass shit
Yo Fony switch to the next song, please