[Intro: Kapgeez]
(I’ma VLONE thug, get the fuck out my face)
Big fuckin' Keez
Real direct & disrespectful
N***as know what the fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: Kapgeez]
They see my eyes under the mask, and they won't make a sound
When Lijah popped out with no mask, I watched em bang the pound
They bunched up in a group, we switch the corner, we gon' shake the crowd
Sheem got caught at level up, lil broski knocked his level down
He caught [?] bust his ratchet, he stiff on the ground
Face shot on the section, blessed with the Yopp, and bro gon' chase em down
Watch me hop out on my feet, creep, then walk em down
Hit em in his top, before he dropped, he glitched, then walked around
Knock his burner out his thobe, like chill bro, Astaghfirullah
He tried to beg for help, lil bro like shut up, n***a ask Allah
Push the rock, and he stay jackin', he don't pass the ball
Tried to bend the 6, we tapped his head, lil broski cracked his skull
Me and D2 jump out, blitz that block, we end the first to fall
All them jumpouts, standin' over BJ, cause he tried to crawl (Where he goin')

[Verse 2: DoodiBabby]
Pffft
Don't crawl, 616 n***a, get ya fucking legs split
He dissed the guys, and then he died, that's worse than sellin' out
We get that lo, don't care where he at, we comin' to ya house
They caught him loafin', tapped his head, they call him fire scout
They was seven deep, and that was 4, that's in granny house
We cracking 4's, we dropping 5's
I'm tryna crack or break, can't wait to see Seam, and he gon' die
We be in that V, tryna hop out, tap a head, then watch it fly
And I miss Seam, I know he mad he not alive
And I miss Seam I know he mad he not alive
Don't crawl
[Verse 3: 1hdasender]
Uh, uh
3 different Yopps up in the wheel, like we the Taliban
He in the booth, keep makin' songs like we ain't drop his man
Hop out the V wit the pfft, his bowl like a fan
I mix the Booga with the Lok, it's fuckin' with my head
We hit the 7, they hit the gun, that's 2 different drops
I roll up Kosh or BJ, that's 2 different opps
Take one of mine's, get to the yours, this shit'll never stop
It ain't no shootin' out the V, we standin' over top

[Verse 4: Ybcdul]
This n***a brother died, he still makin' diss songs
Ooga Booga, Deekloko, HL
Its Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Frow and the Rizzy and the Snipe
Booga felt that McButton, long live Saany brother
Keep on droppin' diss songs, this n***a ran thru Bellmore
They lost 3 homies back to back, the C's just gettin' punched
Westside Kev he hit the best, just caught em', and he took off runnin'
I just know them tables turnin', these n***as dyin' left and right
We pop our 30's, n***as take off runnin' for they life
I walk past TSA, they don't even dig, it's like 30 pound flight
Buddy and the Frow and the Rizzy and the Snipe