[Intro]
This man, he so damn retarded, bro
This man still in his feelings, man
'Cause his ass ain't go no sauce
[Hook]
All these n***as dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy n***a mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n***as bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
[Verse 1]
You ain't made a hit in two years
Your main bitch know that you a queer
Musty ass n***a still dissin'
But nobody don't know who he is
My bitch ass fatter than your bitch ass
Her ass bigger than your whole career
You a Naruto gangster, Pokemon gangster
Why you tryna act like you real?
Pussy, you a lil n***a
You be wearin' Team Jordans
Bitch you live with ten n***as
How the fuck you gettin' money?
I see why you hate your life
N***a, you was born bummy
And you have the nerve to rock a grill
Boy, your ass funny
Boy, your fucking grill big as fuck, like some brass knuckles
N***a teeth stay poking out like a belt buckle
Musty ass n***a gettin' mad 'cause we taking over
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
We them bloody brothers
[Bridge]
Yall n***as know what's happening and shit
Black Money Boyz, Death Row, fuck n***a
We takin' over the whole city
We fuckin' all these n***as' bitches, man
Taking all these n***as' hoes, these n***as gettin' mad, my n***a
But it's cool, you know how we gettin' it
Shit
[Hook]
All these n***as dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy n***a mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n***as bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
[Verse 2]
We the hottest n***as in the city
None of these n***as fuckin' wit me
Pussy n***a get up out your feelings
Why you yelling in the mic for?
Pussy n***a never killin' shit
He'll do it on a joystick
BMB money, Klan shit
You will never get rid of this
Boy, your dreads look like midget legs
Boy, your breath smell like dog shit
Raider Klan be the set n***a
Pussy n***a, that's your only hit
Now the pussy n***a fallin' off
Cause his video ain't blow
Who you think you is, Travis Scott?
Hoppin' 'round like a broke hoe
N***a better mind his business
Hit him up and hit the witness
Feeling like I'm Peyton Manning
'Cause a n***a always with me
Boy, your music so confusing
If I play it 'round some bitches
You gon' run away the bitches
'Cause your music sound like bitchin'
You be fuckin' groupie bitches
I be fuckin' model bitches
You be shopping at the city [?]
With them dusty Bugle Boy pants
When I met you, boy, you was a fan
You a bum, eating out the can
Pussy n***a gotta give it up
Lame n***a, you are not a Stan
[Bridge]
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
Death Row, man, Black Money Boyz, man
You know what I'm sayin'
The flyest n***a out here
Taking all these n***as' bitches
Takin' all these n***as' hoes
Gettin' to that money, n***a
What's happenin'?
[Hook]
All these n***as dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy n***a mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n***as bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
