[Verse 1: d.vj]
Motherfuck a death threat
I been dealin' with a lot
Been one bad comment away from beefin' with six n***as
On top of that, I got college to do and three bitches
I think I'm feeling like, feeling like I'm not feelin' y'all
I think I'm out of my body, I feel like killin' y'all
When y'all ain't shit, I'ma hit you up like "What's good, my dawg?"
I'm in the sky, I'm in your head, I'm on your fuckin' wall
I got that thang, I'm the mist, I'm the fuck to your bitch
I'm the fore to your head
I'ma run up on you and I'm runnin' them hands
I'ma call your bitch ass up in advance
I'm outside, I'm in your house, I'm everywhere, boy
I'm your momma, I'm on your couch
My head spin, I look at you, I'm looking at a bitch
Your landscape spin, you look at me, you're sitting on a fence
My blood 'gon spill one day, no doubt but not on your account
I'll spread my wings and fly before I fuck around and drown
I can't be fucked, I don't exist but I got thangs to do
And I'll be damned if it ends on you
N***as always fake it for the fake clout
But let's see how long they last when the hype fades out
See, they want my opinion, I can't say much
Truth be told, we think she's knee deep in some fake love
Chillin' with some n***as, they don't teach her nothing but lust
All I'm hearing 'bout her is how she managed to get fucked up
Oh, lord, petals

[Chorus: d.vj & kid c
I might roll up with ya wrist, I say
Ice, cheese, I might roll up with ya wrist
I say, ice, cheese, I might roll up with ya wrist
Ice, cheese, i might roll up with ya wrist

[Verse 2: kid c.]
I don't have time for you fuckers no more
I'm getting the money, I'm taking it all
I'm on my damn come up and you on your fall
I'm 'bout to just run up on every damn fool
I don't need no help, I don't need your support
I'm earning the belt, should have had it before
You wantin' some clout, and you wantin' applause
You signin' the contract but don't read the clause
Bitch, you a dumbass and yeah
You about to get bodied by kid even though I stay poor
You wanting your momma, you think she 'gon make it all better
Well, damn, I got news for you all
You on some silly shit, act like a silly bitch
Messy like silly string all on the floor
Please will you miss me with all of the shitty hits?
You cannot write for shit, heard it before (ya, ya, ya)
You take me for granted, don't know what you doing
Need to get on both ya feet and start moving
See, I'm a god in the scene, hallelujah
Yeah, me, I'm the one on the beat that you choosing
I came, oh I saw, then I conquered
[I RUINED RAP], what the fuck you accomplished?
Carry a gat like an outdated mobster
Scream on a track, make you look an imposter
Ooh, I never changed, came in the game
Every track, kid'll have slain, yeah
You talk about pain, you acting insane
Took more than a minute, you claim, you bitch
You need to back up cause you sounding so aimless
You need to back up all the shit you been sayin'
Need to back up, I forgot what your name is
You need to pack up, get the fuck out my way, bitch
Get the fuck out my way, bitch
Said get the fuck out my way, bitch

[Outro: kid c.]
Yo, aye, CVTEBOY$
Fuck