Don’t fuck with me, no gang to much for me

Have em runnin like I run it

Talkin shit I had enough of it, Yah

Im havin none of it. yah, yah

Ima Hitman, put a hit on you man

Your a doomed man

Gun go boom damn

Uppercut, send you through the roof man, ah, ah, yah

Watch this Fat fucks

Jaw crack

Back crack

Fat rack, tits fat

Ass crack hanging out the back, when he dipped, cause he shat

When he saw my crew tearing through his street doing laps. Ah ah

Don’t swerve to my lane

It’s the fast lane

Bitch get flamed

He swang, he missed

Bitch get dissed

It really wasn’t hard

This retard has to much mass to miss

Get fist fucked

This virgin has some luck

Uppercut them bitch nuts

Sodomised witha foot fuck

Game over

Triple six, death wish

Reload, bars like clips

Reload, shots never miss

Me the RPG, Gone fuck up yo shit, Bitch

R.I.P

Ya’ll all see, y’all all never best me

Gay cunt on a quest to lose 20 kg

So he can step to me? Nah

So he can run from me, yah

CANT TEST, ME

CANT BEST, ME

Try slice me, chigga gettin knifed yeet

Ok? Clout Chase, liers get maced

He said im never going anywhere

Boi, you lucky you can move without a fucking wheelchair

Death stare, death wish, hssss

I won this beef before I wrote this shit

You pussys to scared to meet, face me on your street

On ya turf, nah too scared they were gonna get murked

FUCK UP BITCH SLUT

RUN OR GET DROPPED CUNT x2

Excuse me little boy

Id like to formily inform you of the fact you can't ignore me and the lack of care i have for a slack ass with no cash, bitch ass with no bars, this track just got way hard

Fidget while I finesse

Cash in yo cheques

Purchase some vests

And pray to god my pistol whip don’t tear you to shreds

Don’t disrespect, Purchase some meds, P.T.S.D? just breath in some breaths

Prozac, and a Big mac, can fix that

He took it and I booked it now we know where the pros at

Hehehe

Hoe clap, like you status did when I crushed it on this diss track. Facts