[Intro]
I'ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you fuckin' crazy)
Hold on
The fuck? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n***a dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy n***a, ain't shit free
I ball on n***as, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me
N***a, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these n***as ho me
N***a, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fuck you think I'ma do to a n***a that don't even know me?

[Verse 1]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
N***a, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these n***as be on my dick?
Fuck 'round, pop me a n***a, no Diddy, n***a, I'm the first lil' kid that did
We them fuckin' young n***as, don't send shit up without no switches
You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, n***a, that's my shit
Retarded-ass lil' n***a, you don't even look like you fuckin' on fine shit
I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to fuck on a dime bitch
For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the fuck y'all get me started?
N***a, my whole fuckin' hood know I'm heartless
N***a, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M's like I'm Meek Milly
And I fuck with Meek, but a n***a that diss me can't even make it out the city
I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy
I ain't never whacked a n***a? What the fuck you on, n***a, is you silly?
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n***a dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy n***a, ain't shit free
I ball on n***as, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me
N***a, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these n***as ho me
N***a, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fuck you think I'ma do to a n***a that don't even know me?

[Verse 2]
Juries-talkin'-ass n***a, Spanish-walkin'-ass n***a
A n***a act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, n***a
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, fuck 'round, send them gravediggers
I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass n***as, I'm out here paid with it
N***as cap 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? N***a, I'm stayin' with it
I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, n***a, I ain't need no help
Treat a skinny-ass n***a like I'm daddy, n***a, go get my belt

[Interlude]
Ayy, n***a, I ain't gon' lie, n***a
I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, n***a
Ayy, n***a, I stayed quiet when you n***as dissed me, n***a
I just been buildin' this shit up, n***a, fuck a n***a
I'm out here with it, n***a
You dig?
[Verse 3]
Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, fuck that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass n***as, they whackin' too
These n***as I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves
And these n***as ain't even go to school
Yes, these n***as, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don't even know who the fuck is fool
All these pussy-ass n***as food
All these rap n***as pickin' sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside
These n***as can't even go outside
Last n***a played, you know he died
I don't even do this rappin' shit
I'm ready to let that window down
Talk like that 'cause I'm a real fuckin' Florida n***a
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, n***a
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n***a
And I know a n***a gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a n***a
How many hats you bought? N***a, I ain't trippin', I can afford a n***a
Fuck a rap n***a, get your chain took when you in Florida, n***a
On God, think twice before you n***as diss Boston
Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em
We'll take the SI, n***a can't speak 'cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trappin' n***a, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[Outro]
I'm a real street n***a
Real trick n***a, lotta money, n***a, I be shit talkin'
Yeah, n***a
I don't, ayy, yeah, n***a, that's how this shit go, n***a, you dig me?
Don't diss me