[Intro: Gutta K & Ayo Eisha]

Eisha no (Damn, thats fucked up)

Eisha no (Eisha no)

Eisha no (You came all the way down to Atlanta to get yo' ass beat)

Don't kick her, Eisha

Oh, my God

Oh-oh-oh, my God

Don't kick her Eisha (I feel so bad), no

(Why did you do that?)

(Why you do her like that? That is terrible) Eisha no, Eisha no

(You beat that girl like that) Eisha no

(Fucked up Eisha, that's fucked up Eisha) Eisha no, don’t kick her Eisha

Nyema, bitch, fuck you

Scary ass ho

[Verse 1: Ayo Eisha & Gutta K]

Look at the way that I walk

I'm shoppin' at Fendi, you shoppin' at Ross

You cannot fuck with me, you bitches is soft

I'm ridin' with shooters that's really throwed off, ooh

You do not wanna fuck with me

They call me, "Lil' Eisha" and I'm with the shit

I heard that you mentionin' Eisha

In person, Nyema get popped in yo' shit, bitch

Nyema, you is a lame (A lame)

Poppin' that shit for the fame (The fame)

Remember at the church I whooped you

Hush up, be quiet, you know I'm with the gang

You don't wanna see me, period

You know I'ma step, you know I'ma bang

Now Gutta, eat this bitch up

Hold up, wait, it ain't a thing

[Verse 2: Gutta K]

All this sauce

When I walk through you salute, I'm the boss

Young Gutta from the D but I moved to the south

Lookin' for Nyema, gettin' flipped in the house

All these diamonds, got a nigga feelin' rich

Went in Eisha room, Ny was suckin' on a dick

Everybody know my name, call me Gutta with the shit

One false move, you get hit with the stick

I don't got time for no hatin' shit

Mad 'cause we livin' great and shit

You always on our page, makin' sure you up to date with shit

You really on some fake shit

Fuck a opp, we stackin' chicken (We stakin' chicken)

Fuck hot sauce, we like motherfuckin' ketchup on our chicken bitch

[Outro: Gutta K & Ayo Eisha]

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Weak ass ho wit' that weak ass frontal

Fuck you talkin' 'bout

Yeah, bitch, yeah, you lame as fuck ho and you'll never spit on me, bitch (Okurt)

Still haven't, lame ass ho

Lame ass, band-wagon ass bitch

Facts, twenty motherfuckin' years old

In witness motherfuckin' protection bitch by a motherfuckin' minor, ho

You lame as fuck

Bitch still poppin' her motherfuckin' shit all the way in VA

Makin' wack ass diss tracks about my bitch

Kill yo' fuck ass producer, fuck ass ho

Okurt, period (Ah)