[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[?]

[Verse 1]
Foenem been shooting at n***as since I can remember
And I do not see no contenders
N***as rat like master Splinter, turning to chicken tenders
Ain't got no Tinder 'cause of attention
I'm the sinner, we catch a opp and knock his head off, then return to sender
Momma had me in the trenches
Two feet tall more like twenty inches
Ain't always had dinner
Always had a coat in winter
These n***as talk like bitches
Excuse me, you mean talk like women
Flaming shit like embers
You will exit if you enter
Even if you with yo' n***as, you coming wit' them
You gon' leave wit' yo' n***as
Clip on me, leaving no witness
We don't forgive shit, we just forget shit
He runnin' this bitch, you won't get shit
This shit knockin' a n***a off atlas
My automatic pistol, n***a you gon' have to map it
I can't go fifty-five wit' you, but I let you have it
No ho can hit the city wit' you, nothin' more than smashin'
You better have yo' glizzy wit' you
If you don't, you slackin'
'Cause we don't post no videos when we catch n***as lackin'
We get to packin', put the mag' in
Scotty off, too hottie
You brother come up missin', found wit' maggots in his body
[?], I fuck a bitch in a car and at dark, I'm dropping that ho off at Arby's
Spilling all this purple on me, look like Charles Barkley
Might gun my son, and sit up front, and do not need a car seat
It's a mans world, but pussy run a patriarchy
How you don't know me, and don't like me, boy you hate me hardly
Oh, you must be starving
Oh, you had it hard then
You pussy, now even in kindergarten, I had some heart then
I never face defeat, but when I do, I stand on all ten
You know you bitch as well as I do, so just take a loss then
I did my crawling now I'm walking
Crawfish where I walk in
I'm eating shrimp and facing 'Woods until I'm in a coffin
I told that bitch the face is good, but you do too much talkin'
Order just called in
He see a mark and then I turn to a monster
[Outro]
On a set n***a
Dissing on a gang and he get wet
If you ain't get the message, then can get a TEC
Do not need exposure, I just need a check
He ain't poppin' yet 'cause he too busy sending threats
And I just came back, holding my foot on you n***as necks
They lying 'bout my dirt, and throwing
And throwin' dirt on me, what's next?
I might pull up flex arms up like T-Rex
I might pull up flex arms up like T-Rex