Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, go (rrr-rrr-rrr, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Go, ayy (real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout)
We already know what you gon' say (you know how the fuck I'm rockin')
Ayy, he gon', he gon' say Jace a snitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
He gon' say Jace ain't on shit, Jace ain't never did shit (go, go, go)
And that's cool, 'cause we still on that (go, ayy)
I'm lookin' confused 'cause who in the fuck did you slump?
This shit might be for the views (ayy)
I'm keeping it cool for the fans, I see you, then, boy, I'm attacking you
Every time you talk 'bout bodies, gang just wanna clap at you
Free Cujo, nigga, he laugh at you
Talkin' my shit, bitch, I'm back at it (back at it)
You need to go back to soccer practice
Fuck Jace, that boy be with the rat pack, we know he ain't with no action (Action)
And you knew I wanna get you touched for that shit that you said 'bout that boy who killed himself on accident
Look at your numbers, lil' nigga, the underground been left your stupid dumb ass in the past tense
Every time a rapper try me, I'm doin' a million (bitch), a million (a million)
I'm doin' numbers when I rap and stream, you fell off harder than JiDion
We already know what that boy finna say about me
I don't think it's different no more
Okay, cool, you wanna fuck my BMs, ooh
I'm so scared of him, he's the ruler
Five-point-seven on me, it'll do ya
Cujo be eager to shoot ya
Okay, cool, you blew up first, somehow still lose
Blew up first and you ain't doing no views
Don't bring up no "Goose Creek" shit, fuck Clarence, lil' boy, this between me and you
I just put a Reverence billboard in Goose Creek, facts, all facts, nigga
I know you say you gon' shoot me (bitch, rrr)
That's cap 'cause you wack, nigga (cap, ayy)
I'm T'd up, what more in the fuck could you say about me?
"He a rat and an old-ass dad"
This finna heat up, say he in the street, but we got it in 4K, a young nigga beatin' your ass
Say fuck Jace and he ain't with the gang, that lil' nigga six-nine
Been a while since we seen your name, you fell off, I think it's time
Talkin' 'bout niggas that ain't mean to kill theyself, bitch, you should've killed yourself
That lil' boy fell off, but it's nobody fault, lil' nigga, you killed yourself
Woah (what?), woah (what?)
Lil' nigga, you killed yourself
Woah (woah, what?), woah (what?)
You should've killed yourself
Woah (what?), that's it? (woah)
Bitch, I think I'm orbital, ooh (woah, woah, what?)
Bitch, I think I'm orb—
Top Kid, don't shoot him, I, ayy (this Chicago, nigga)
Top Kid, don't shoot him, I shot him
Top Kid, don't shoot him, I shot him, bitch
Sometimes I think that I'm the problem, bitch
Hang him up by his dreads 'til he get bedhead
Just like a baby, I dropped him (dropped him)
It was like you, Wes, Dami, Amiri, and many more niggas, I stopped 'em (Stopped 'em)
The king of shit talkin', lil' nigga, I'm shit talkin'
You don't wanna see me on the offense
Hop out, brr, baow, bitch
Left on the curb, right on top of your chin
Hop out, boo, baow, bitch
Top Kid the one in the city that spin (spin, bitch)
Ayy, I got like twenty more seconds, I'ma keep going real quick, ayy (Rrr, rrr, rrr, ayy)
Listen up, Slump, do you wanna learn how to make these people head bump when your music come on?
You just gotta cut all the cap rap (cap rap)
I'm serious, nigga, it's that bad
Listen up, fuck nigga, do you wan' learn how to still be called that nigga?
First off, boss up, nigga, get chicken
If you weren't that broke, you could get you some children
Hop on the mic and don't sound like you bitchin'
Say it with your chest like you meant it, we tryin' to listen (bitch, ayy)
And if you really wanna be authentic
You could probably just be yourself and stop being a bitch-ass bum-ass nigga
Broke-ass dude
And you could stop acting like you gangster
You seen what happened to Clarence and Dami and them many more niggas
You already know how the fuck I'm comin', man