[Intro: ILL BiZ]

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

[Chorus: ILL BiZ]

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up (yeah)

[Verse 1: iLL BiZ]

Bizzy don't take no shit, [?] you when I'm on the mic, shit

Tell em, get hyped, even when I'm thinking when I'm goddamn right

Oh shit, that's iLL BiZ and he go got yo tight

Heard you was rapping at the mouth about me

Making a scene, straight drama queen

That's right boy, you can't say shit to me (huh, yeah)

Scared of me? I weigh about a buck 53 (huh)

8 checks [?], created me, a vision [?], want me to be

One sick muthafucka with an attitude

Too true, let em make a fool outta you

Ask be, how I know that I'm startin' to shine

Cause it's pussies like you, tryna take what's mine

WakeUp. bitch, and get on your grind

Seems like you would rather waste your time, oh my

Oh my, tryna get a ride, can't afford a whip

But you gotta upload, and then you lit

Come out to my show, and I bet you hit

And I know I seem like I'm talking shit

But I back it up with no backup

I don't need a strap, I'm a big back [?]

If a motherfucka talking shit, call him out

Don't ask no questions, hit him in the mouth!

[Chorus: ILL BiZ]

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

[Verse 2: C-MUNE]

Wake you up, here, rise and shine

Cause I'm about to take you out, no wine and dine

And I'm in your girls box like a prize inside

And I'm gonna die for my fam, like a lion pride

Everything I'm shooting are [?] ones

I'll leave your head with no face like AND-1

I'mma hit your forehead like a snare drum

I'mma cut your liver up like airbuds

Ayy, you in the baby blue, bitch

Yeah, in a baby blue whip

Come around my way, kickin' cash everyday, I'm the [?] bitch

You knock my style, but you can't afford my style, got like 82 cents

Always tryna be sick [?] like my favourite trues did

Why does everybody rap hard?

Why does everybody act hard?

Why you saying you trap, but matter of fact

You at home watching NASCAR

Motherfucker, you a dead man

Your girl looser than sweatpants

I'mma get head like a headband

Hit you with the iron like dress pants (ahh)

[Chorus: ILL BiZ]

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)

Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)

But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up

Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up