[Intro]

Skrt, skrt, skrt

Look, look

[Verse 1]

I'm tired of these rappers tryin’ be me

Talking down on me but got me on repeat

White bitch, blond hair like Dee Dee

That bitch wanna fuck anytime that she see me

These locals mad I'm on the tv

I heard they tried me they finna feel defeat

I'm covered in paper like TP

Just dropped a band on Chanel, yuh that’s CCs

I don't play games like Atari, bitch

I'm finna fuck up your life, I'm not sorry, bitch

Just bagged a bitch and drive Raris, bitch

Yeah I got bitches on bitches, Bulgari, bitch

On top of the wave like I'm gnarly, bitch

You testin' me and you testin' an army, bitch

I walk with a Glock and a party, bitch

I'll make you late, I ain’t talking ’bout tardies bitch (Woah)

[Verse 2]

They told me my music like crack

They told me my verses attack

You need a verse and I need a rack (Look look)

A clean hearse, I'd put you in that (Ay, look look)

I rehearse, I do not do that (Bitch!)

Don’t disturb me, I'm in my bag

They researching, your shit all cap

[Verse 3]

What your fans gonna think if you get exposed?

Heard that you ain't got bands and you fucking broke

And the block that you cleaned said that you unknown

And the talk that you talk you don't live by it

Y’all just trying to go copy, y'all fucking clones

You fuck with me, that's like picking the wrong bone

You were holding that AR like a trombone

I know rappers that's coming up in my neck

I know some gettin' mad cause I'm getting check

Y'all get mad at me cause I been ran my bands up

Go be mad at yourself you ain't make it yet

Every verse that I drop, take it as a threat

When you see me remember and don't forget

Icy Rotten with me, that's the fucking set

I'm gon' put y'all all out like my cigarette, bitch