[Verse 1 - Tate Kobang]
Split a n*gga head, .223 my led
Walking ‘round with it tucked off in my leg
Check it, if we gettin’ reckless
Rob a b*tch n*gga for his necklace
b*tch I’m plugged in like Nexus
We was dead broke, ain’t had sh*t for breakfast
b*tch [?] turned off, phone disconnected
Why they wanna stick me for my paper
Clippers in my hand, line ‘em up like a taper
Devil on my back, I’m tryna shake off
Cliques involved, bricks involved
n*ggas talkin’ war then sticks involved
n*ggas say they with it, then don’t get involved
I’ve got, that Swisher blunt
I’ve got, gold on my front
Got your b*tch to come get naked
Told your b*tch to come get naked
I pour’, myself a [?]
I’ve got, myself a forty and
On my block I’m so respected
Never ever disrespected
Yeah, kill a motherf*cker if he tried
Last n*gga tried, he died
Brought up in them trenches, seen them killers with my eyes
Whoala! OG kush get me high
Trap phone still do numbers like it’s o’six
n*ggas still hittin’ me up for my old bricks
n*gga still want to beef about my old chicks
n*gga still want to beef about my old b*tch, hold this
G’s up, hoes down, [?] to the cold b*tch
I was ‘bout nine, n*gga I was told this
Keep your gun close, but your enemies closer
Keep your gun close, but your enemies closer
[Verse 2 - Deetranada]
They said "Nada girl you c*cky ‘cause you’ve got a little clout"
Nah, I ain’t c*cky, there’s things that I can be c*cky about
Now, they can’t stop me, they can’t stop me
They can copy, boo me prolly
But it’s obvious that they can’t take my spot, that’s word to mouth
Some of who been [?] a little homie point ‘em out
Yeah I’m laying low ain’t no need to point it out
Yeah I’m duck duck, prolly somewhere in the South
‘Cause if I’m in the city, people rockin’ with me for the clout
[?] Tommy in the zone when I touchdown
Shawty tryna pick up pole ‘cause I’m up now
Swear they gon’ let me when I’m home, when I ducktown
They tryna talk petty, but what’s up now
And all I’ve ever wanted was a bag
Why you steady watchin’ steady talkin’ you sad
Bad, when you walk in - no class
Can’t walk, my heart need a pass
I don’t drive but I bet they pedal to the gas
So you’re [?] mad, when you talk you better watch your hands
In a bodybag, that’s the game that’s after [?] spazz
Never coming last, I’m the [?] came todone ya, I’m the man
Never, never let them get up on your level
Sever all competition, I ether nine ethar
Better, I’m better than the females y'all be texting’
Any diss tracks to me is a suicide letter
Click clack boom, boy I’m boomin’ on my ethical
If a dummy talk I bet he’ll end up in a medical
Decimal, decimal, decimal, leave them vegetable
You don’t wanna pump my MP3
Then I’m ahead, [?] convert it to a MP4 because
You gon’ have to see my MP5 and MP8
But reload then empty more, and that’s facts