[Intro: Fadess]
(Yo, Kelly, run that shit back)
Mhm
Yop
Double S, but I'll never snake my n***a

[Verse 1: Fadess]
I got dumb flows, you don't know which one comin'
If 'trol blitz, then we runnin', it's on my waist by my stomach
Two fifty clips, that's a hundred, you seen this shit, you'd vomit
No sympathy for a woman, put bullets all in her bonnet (Mhm), yeah
Don't think this shit sweet, ain't no love, you could get beat
Set me up, leave you six feet, just tell me what the lick read
I swear to God, I ain't goin' out like no buster
I'm fuckin', I got my cutter, shit, fuck that bitch, I don't trust her (I don't trust no bitch)
She runnin' game, she probably done fucked my brother
And want a n***a to cuff her, but I'ma just go and stuff her (What the fuck?)
Bitch, what's the issue? Hell nah, I don't miss you
Got her legs on the shoulder, I like to hit it from this view (I'm finna beat it)
Fuck I look like to kiss you? Tyler already hit you
Got her screamin' and kickin', look like she doin' jiu-jitsu
Fuck I look like to kiss you? Tyler already hit you
Got her screamin' and kickin', look like she doin' jiu-jitsu

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, look like she doin' jiu-jitsu (Jiu-jitsu)
These n***as that be hatin' really softer than some tissue (Than some tissue)
Won't get no fame up off my name, n***a, I can't diss you (I can't diss you)
Fuck that bitch, I'm lovin' mary jane, I promise I won't miss you (Bitch, I won't miss you)
Yeah, that lil' bitch ain't gettin' missed (Huh? Huh?)
In the booth and I'm with mary jane, you know she gettin' kissed (N***a, what?)
Got them trophies in my mouth, I crack a smile, it's like piss (Glee)
I might run that money up, go bust it down straight on my wrist (N***a, yeah)
Step out dope-boy Nikes, n***a, I don't never need designer (Need designer?)
Your lil' bitch keep blowin' up my phone, but I just decline her (Bitch, get the fuck)
N***a think he got the baddest, but my bitches, they be finer (Yeah, they finer)
If you say that man your brother, then he 'posed to come behind you, n***a (Come behind you, n***a)
Slice a bitch like I'm Chucky, told your lil' bitch come suck me
N***a know we got fuck cheese, bands, you know I touch these
Young and hot, she my puppy, twin, you all in my muppy (Glee, glee)
And your lil' bitch wanna fuck me, none these n***as can't touch me
Tell her get back, she musty, n***a chain turnin' rusty
Man, these n***as, they disgust me, better get your bitch, she blushing (Yeah)
Just sit back, it ain't no rushing, and your lil' bitch know she fucking (For sure)
Gotta go and get them bucks in, n***a, that's end of discussion
[Verse 3: C Stunna]
Better look for that bag, tryna find me
All the shit you made up in your trap, that's my booking fee
City know to call out Stunna name when they tryna eat
I don't trap, but one phone call, I could supply the streets (For real)
Finesse a jit so good, he still be reposting my music
Ain't a jit up out my city I did not influence
He compared himself to me, that had him lookin' stupid
Stuntin', flexin', poppin', you know I do it
N***as know straight fades come behind Stunna
You gon' have to pop a Perc' to get what I'm on
Heavy dripper, man, this 'fit could supply a pond
Stick get to swingin', have him movin' like he Megatron
N***as know I'm quick to take off like a Migo
N***a makin' moves behind this mic just like I'm Tito
Why your bitch heart my story? That keep boostin' up my ego
Touchin' on my chain, in my hood, that's a free throw

[Outro: C Stunna]
N***a
That's a free shot, bitch
Stunna