[Verse 1:YurBoySponge]

You ain’t this or that,you a mismatch

I get your shit snatched

How about that?

Riding in the lamb with the big cats

You talking big cap

Man fuck that

All up in your trap

And you don’t even rap

You don’t even snap like that

I broke several of these fuckers off like Kit-Kats

And you know I had to clap back

I was preparing a comeback

Uh,Battle of The Bands,let me stack my bands

I know the whole neighborhood like the back of my hand

Ain’t such thing as freedom of the land

When you yourself don’t own the goddamn land

Ha! I swear y’all love my music like crack

Fuck with me and I’ll leave you with a crack in your back

This ain’t a pill,this a Tic-Tac

If you got beef then I’ll send your ass to war in Iraq

Watch me do this

The Molly going stupid

Diss me,you’re fucking stupid

On your grill like Ruth Chris

New phone,who dis?

New bitch,who dis?

Up the 5 and we shooting

[Verse 2:YurBoySponge]

I don’t play a character like Macbeth

I just be myself and let the fake acting go to rest

Tryna snatch my wallet,you ain’t the fucking IRS

Pull up at a CVS

Got the high quality drugs,yes

How many hoes you tryna impress?

It’s a threesome if I were to guess

Flexing on the gram,every day I’m blessed

Y’all got me back in the game,now I’m so obsessed

Y’all say that my music sound like goat sex

What? Okay,no comment

My flow be drippy like a faucet

I know these fuckers tryna pick pocket

I told them to stop it

Your bitch doing drugs in the moshpit

Exhausting,my style’s what you all copy

I say work harder,not dumber

Shoutout to Adam from No Jumper

Now they all up in my bumper

They want me to drop music this summer

If I don’t,it’s gonna be a bummer

Because the lame ones dropping early and the good ones dropping late

I told your bitch don’t trip on me like some skates

[Verse 3:YurBoySponge]

You gotta be a thug bout it or else you’re gonna die quick

I know these lil thuggas well,they’re gonna

Pop shit pop shit

My career going off like a rocket

If he talk shit bout me then I’ll punch him in his socket

Ah man

Haven’t done this shit in a while,it feels good

Hope y’all still bumping me in the hood

You know me,I’m misunderstood

I didn’t actually mean that I was knocking on wood

I meant that she was sucking on my wood

[Verse 4:YurBoySponge]

If he atheist then why he have a Jesus piece?

It’s gonna go out with a bang,rest in peace

Might just fly my bitch out to Greece

We ain’t staying in Miami cause it’s 160 degrees!

Ooh,damn,just did a first degree

Now they’re probably gonna arrest me

I want her to sex me

I got the recipe

Now my past coming back at me

Well welcome to the party

I’m here with Carti

Pulled up in a Rarri

Fucked your hoe and I ain’t even sorry

I pledge the fifth and the sixth

Ain’t even got a chance to run when I shoot the shit

And I caught him without his gun,he’s a bitch

Yeah my life like this

I ain’t talking to no cop and I ain’t cooperating with a snitch

Got these baguettes on my wrist

But I’m not French so who gives a shit?

Riding with the top down

Everybody like my sound

Y’all should give me the crown now

I got a gun in this bitch,you better get down

[Verse 5:YurBoySponge]

I’m innovative cause I made my own label

You say all this shit but you not Lauren Daigle

My man Pat chilling in Turks and Caicos

The beef’s like Frozen,you gotta let it go

The Glock’s under my command,I gotta let it blow

I never get tired of this shit because I have many flows

Might just bag a hoe

I just might let ya know

They taking this personal

She said she a Virgo,oh

[Outro:YurBoySponge]

I just killed another beat