(Intro)
I mean fo’ real, man These rap n***as are un-fuckin’-believable

(Verse 1)
I’m so sick of these rappers sayn they’re gonna kill somethin’
They got me tuned in
N***as betta off ridin’ round with that rich bitch in that new Benz
I been lookin’ and listenin’ fo’ the sneak dissin’, just payn attention
Me, I fuckin’ marinate in this kitchen
And I got a closet full of ammunition
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Shoot a n***a face off, n***a, we can Face-Off
Skinny n***a, but I’ll knock a n***a clean out
I just seen a toddler shot up with a choppa, n***a
What the fuck you think I dream bout?
And i got a potna that likely dress proper Ready?
Gon’ rob you, soon you'll leave out
Emma about to text Flex tell him I got next
And I ain't been on tour, i been in the projects
I’mma get my money regardless
I’m fuckin’ the trap up, I’m being honest
I save some tears for you n***as careers
You know these n***as still remember when I cry
Bricks payed off, my bankruptcy hit the federal pen went and did my time
Came home and I want a new McLaren
So I gotta go and get a whole lotta heroin
And I know that these whit folks strain’
But I'm still selling dope not caring
And I’m still sendin’ pounds, we sharin’
And I’m still fuckin’ good on ?????
And it’s nobody I’m sparing It’s not a good look when people lookin’ like what the fuck was that?!
(Hook x2)
What the fuck was that?
I don’t want the shit, now where my money at
I ain’t come for this, I’m not comin’ back

(Verse 2)
It's twelve o'clock July 31st
I wanna be specific with the date and time
Friday morning n***as woke up
And had to realize that this game is mine
I'm taking down all you rap n***as down low
And fuckin' yo' hoe two of the bitches fine
Intoxicated but I can walk the straight line
And I know you n***as ain't never seen my kind
All [??] gon allert this
Instagram is gonna work this (BUCKSHOTZ)
Twitter prolly gonna have a circus
And I know my enemies gonna get nervous
Crash your Maybach and I do it on purpose
Make your Phantom had to go and get surface
Same n***a that you thought was wortless
Ain't nothing that I can't purchase
A lot of rap n***as 'bout to be in churches
Prayin' that n***a don't get too hot
I know God forgive us, sometime I will
But I'm sorry this time I'm not
I been flippin' every dime that I got
I done put extendos all on my Glock
I been fillin'[??] with these blocks
N***as better start shooting back at the cops
I'm sitting here in a studio right now
With some real young n***as got rocks in their socks
I just had a conversation with Proof
I been even face time with Pac
I know these rappers waitin' on me to stop
N***as been hatin' on me from the top
Back on my Buck shit I got it on lock
Now you now it's not a good look when people lookin' like what the fuck was that?!
(Hook x2)
What the fuck was that?
I don’t want the shit, now where my money at
I ain’t come for this, I’m not comin’ back