[Verse 1: Chefdox]

Cheffa ain't here to play no games

Step up to me, I show you pain

Don't fuck with me, cause major pain

Don't got recoil bitch, I got range

And I got 7000 man, I pull up to your block and be a way worse villain than batman bane, (batman bane, batman bane)

I got a stick, I got a brick, I'm gonna kick

Sick of your shit, still gonna hit, talk 'bout ya bitch

Genius [?], Don't worry 'bout it

Genius lyric, pickle no rick, cheffa no crig

Album is sick, she gettin' mad, but it is what it is

If you like what you hear, then you'll like the rest

[Verse 2: Princekid]

Everyone knows that im running This game

I'll triple the digits, Dont call it insane

Dealing it up, And then showing out, Moving fast like a bullet train

I do what i want nigga I got that range, killing raps, Bringing chaos, im loaded up, And I got that strap

Yeah bitch And Ill bring it back, and Im ready to cap, Breaking thеse Necks and then taking a pic And ill post it on snap

Call mе the Prince But im still king of this trap, Dont give a fuck and im making these Moves making them clap

All hail your new Prince bow down to that fucking homie Yeah, we killing this track, Bringing it back like darkcraft If you mad stay mad, Im so fucking down nigga, I make good girls go bad, Fuck that and ill smack that, I dont play bro, i make racks on racks Nigga aye yeah

[Verse 2]

Cheffa is back, I got a mac

Spray on her back, it's a tic tac

Put that shit back, I will not buy it

I am not lyin', tiger no lion

Boring, she sighin, Deaf (ah) she signin

Cheffa, she cryin', cross me, she tryin'

Yeah, yeah, I'd rather be dyin'

(Dyin', yeah, Cheffa, Don't play, got range)