[Intro]
I been seeing a lot of shit motherfuckers ain't think I would get a chance to see
Hrrr, baow, baow
Motherfuckers ain't think I was gon' touchdown or sum
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Bitch, what's up? Let me see what's on your mind
You a killer for the 'gram but I'll still get your ass flat-lined
And you know where I be at so, n***a slide
And I'll promise it'll be the last time
To be honest, you been fuckin' up the vibe for a while
Let me leave a piece of lead in your peace of mind
I ain't never been a ho but you can feel free to try
And I'ma send you right up with your dead guys
Eleven hundred for a pair of Cartiers
I don't wear 'em, I just bought 'em, tryna read between the lines
I can drop a bag and get him deep fried
Like how you want it, through the Cashapp or the Chime?
If it's an issue, tell that n***a get in line
BigKayBeezy been a shooter for a very long time
He a clown, I been waiting for the punchline
Thirty round clip longer than a lunch line
And I heard you un-athletic so it's crunch time
Pussy n***a so pathetic, he ain't on the front lines
Put his homies in the mix and got 'em stumped out
Throw his body in a blender, it's a touch down
[Chorus]
Worked too hard for this
Why would I let you come take some? Bitch
You gon' lose an arm for this
I ain't tryna kill the kids, where the orphanage?
Beezo back out of his mind once again
You don't want no parts of this
Do the dash, watch this big body spin
Double G Wagen, bitch, this a big body Benz
You ain't peep, need to clean off your lens
I don't go back and forth in DMs
What he say? He don't want to part of this
Or your ass can get rolled like that old movie film
And it's up like that old n***a crib

[Interlude]
Damn, fuck that, tell that n***a drop addy
Damn, you say you already got that bitch
Say less, we rockin' out
This this shit right here or is it that one?
Fuck it, I'm finna call him, hold up

[Verse 2]
Where you at, n***a? Pop out, we here
Like a label, I'm tryna find out whats the deal
He must thought I wasn't slime for real
I ain't saggin', that iron on my hip
Baby draco with dragon
That .5 where it spit then it smoke when I empty the clip
No R. Kelly but, n***a, I'm pissed
Machiavelli, I come with the hits
Ayy, play your cards legit
Why would I give you free clout for a diss?
Lil' bro ran me the play, it's a blitz
Run up checks 'fore I get in the mix
I might cop a Patek for my wrist
So this TEC on my neck have a twin
N***as said it was smoke and I grinned
Aight, fuck it, we spinnin' again
You ain't going to get the message
'Til i hit your crib for the chips and come pop off your lid
I don't know what you thought but that's not what it is
Boy, you better go play with your kids
Or go play with your bitch 'cause I'm not tryna hear no excuse
When that stick get to rappin' for real
No performance, we clappin' for real
And I'm pushin' shit back with the steel, bitch
[Chorus]
Worked too hard for this
Why would I let you come take some? Bitch
You gon' lose an arm for this
I ain't tryna kill the kids, where the orphanage?
Beezo back out of his mind once again
You don't want no parts of this
Do the dash, watch this big body spin
Double G Wagen, bitch, this a big body Benz
You ain't peep, need to clean off your lens