[Verse 1: d.vj]

Motherfuck a death threat, I've been dealin' with a lot

(ah, okay, okay)

Been one bad comment away from beefin' with six niggas

On top of that, I got college to do and three bitches

I think I'm feeling like, feeling like I'm not feelin' y'all

I think I'm out of my body, I feel like killin' y'all

When y'all ain't shit, I'ma hit you up like "What's good, my dawg?"

I'm in the sky, I'm in your head, I'm on your fuckin' wall

I got that thang, I'm the mist, I'm the fuck to your bitch

I'm the fore to your head

I'ma run up on you and I'm runnin' them hands

I'ma call your bitch ass up in advance

I'm outside, I'm in your house, I'm everywhere, boy

I'm your momma, I'm on your couch

Head spin, I look at you, I'm looking at a bitch

Your landscape spin, you look at me, you're sitting on a fence

My blood 'gon spill one day, no doubt but not on your account

I'll spread my wings and fly before I fuck around and drown

I can't be fucked, I don't exist but I got thangs to do

And I'll be damned if it ends on you

NIggas always fake it for the fake clout

But let's see how long they last when the hype fades out

See, they want my opinion, I can't say much

Truth be told, we think she's knee deep in some fake love

Chillin' with some niggas that don't teach her nothing but lust

All I'm hearing 'bout is how she managed to get fucked up

Oh, lord, petals

[Chorus: d.vj & kid c.]

I might roll up with ya wrist, I say, yeah

Ice, cheese, I might roll up with ya wrist

I say, yeah, ice, cheese, I might roll up with ya wrist

Ice, cheese, i might roll up with ya, uh

[Verse 2: kid c.]

I don't have time for you fuckers no more

I'm getting the money, I'm taking it all

I'm on my damn come up and you on your fall

I'm 'bout to just run up on every damn fool

I don't need no help, I don't need your support

I'm earning the belt, should have had it before

You wantin' some clout, and then wantin' applause

You signin' the contract but don't read the clause

Bitch, you a dumbass and yeah

You about to get bodied by kid even though I stay poor

You wanting your momma, you think she 'gon make it all better

Well, damn, I got news for you all

You on some silly shit, act like a silly bitch

Messy like silly string all on the floor

Please will you miss me with all of the shitty hits?

You cannot write for shit, heard it before (ya, ya, ya)

You take me for granted, don't know what you doing

Need to get on both ya feet and start moving

See, I'm a god in the scene, hallelujah

Yeah, me, I'm the one on the beat that you choosing

I came, oh I saw, then I conquered

[I RUINED RAP], what the fuck you accomplished?

Carry a gat like an outdated mobster

Scream on a track and you look an imposter, ooh

I never changed, came in the game

Every track, kid'll have slain, yeah

You talk about pain, you acting insane

Took more than a minute, you claim, you bitch

You need to back up cause you sounding so aimless

You need to back up all the shit you been sayin'

Need to back up, I forgot what your name is

You need to pack up, get the fuck out my way, bitch

[Outro: kid c.]

Get the fuck out my way, bitch

Said get the fuck out my way, bitch

Yo, aye, CVTEBOY$, fuck