These mothafuckas all poppin’ shit, they all poppin’ shit
And you borrowed five racks from my homegirl
But how you act like you on top of shit?
Yeah, your Instagram poppin’ but you isn’t out here profitin’
Yeah, I know ‘cause I been watchin’ it
I see you poppin’ all these xans
And you fuckin’ all them model chicks
But be careful though, they gossipin’, yo they gossipin’
Co-signs from every artist in rap though
But can’t show no packed shows, do you got fans though?
Step aside, my flow is pesticide for all these industry plants though
Fuckin’ asshole, I remember you were waitin’ by the backdoor
At studios I worked from, then I walked you in
When you caught a little buzz since then
But you ain’t even been heard from, shit
It’s funny how a little show money shed light
On a man with no character, of course you didn’t act right
I show love, I did a track with you that night
Didn’t even charge you, I shoulda taxed your ass twice
But I felt like we were brothers from a past life
So I let it slide, yeah, and I ain’t carryin’ no baggage
Fuck buryin’ the hatchet, I won’t let it die, I won’t let it die