[Barry Bandz]
I say YO!
I said, it's not about you
Listen, I said, it's not about you
I came here to show y'all I still could match it wit' the pen
So when this TEC squirt, Cartoon Network
When MACs blew (Bloo), his whole house get turned Imaginary Friends
'Cause I don't know y'all
It's Chris Tucker on the roof: it's just the smoke, dog
Shit...FUCK!
It's just the smoke...dog
(*Barry Bandz chokes*)
See, if life's a game, and you think shit's sweet, well, have a health kit, cat (Kit Kat), or get broke off
I'm way different
No disc in the system: I'm what the game missin'
Heads up, I could tell (tail) you was dead before the changе flippin'
Wheels spinnin'
If it's traffic, we assault you wit' pain
BOW! Bitch, he'll (heel) be shot tryna cross ovеr lanes (Lanez)
Now let's transition
Take control of the can' when the hand grip it
Don't lose your mind over mine and not mindin' your damn business

[Sha G]
Bitch, I'll kill you on your birthday
I was gon' say some shit about how the candle and the cake be lit
And how I fire the stick
And some other obscure birthday reference the viewers would have to try and get
But instead, you'll blow the candles out, and that'll be your dying wish
This flying fish? He take flight when it's real (reel)
This was a plate - they got me right for the meal
Fish fillet, yeah, I cook him right with some skill
Then I pull that free-range burner and ignite in his grill
Let's have a barbecue, y'all
Shit, I'mma call me some broads
And a few of my dogs who don't wanna party at all
They will come, shoot you, and do all we involve
So if I don't make it to the next round, shit, you'll all be involved
So if you wanna move on, then come get it!
Dumb n***a!
I'll shoot you and I wouldn't even run wit' it
I'll pull up to court like, "I ain't do it, Your Honor - the gun did it."
So don't ever front
Metal dump
I- I'll pull up wit' a fuckin'...
I'll throw his body in the trunk wit' a sack and a shovel
Look like I'm goin' on a treasure hunt!
Beretta blunt!
Man, my bars so real, sometimes I ain't even gotta set 'em up
My mama used to tell me, "One day...you gon' be on the URL Crucible, son.
Shoot your opponent in the fuckin' face!"
I said, "O-KAY!"
'Cause they can never get rid of me!