[Intro]

I'm sick of this asshole, get rid of him (chr6me)

[Verse 1: kidracks]

Yeah, I don't play with fye

Ridin' round with the blick, tryna take a life

Shoot him in his shit, talkin' on that live (Pl-Plug)

Please stop talking, you not like that

3.5 to the fucking face, this a light pack

Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he ain't like that

Dumb ho keep blowing up my phone, I don't write back (Nigga)

Bitch, I ride round with the pole, tryna catch a hat

Choppa' on me, it's gon' take yo' soul

You can't get it back

That's yo' ho, I break her back

I'm too fried, I'm smokin' pack

Bad ass hoe gon' give me cash

Keep the mag, no, I can't lack, yeah

[Verse 2: lame!]

Y-Y-Yeah, p-p-pole on my hip, is the clone

Motherfuckers is you biting? (chr6me)

We gon' run you down, and his ass start dying

Lil' pole trying to diss motherfuckers, you whining

Bitch, I'ma up the stick, I ain't doing no fighting

I catch me an opp' and that clip go empty

St-St-Stick on me, finna a hoop, hit a jelly

Got the stick on me, that shit is my bestie (Pl-Plug)

T-take out his eye now he looking like Fetty

Choppazay try to diss, but got hit in the belly

Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, now I feel like I'm 'Melly

My bitch like Ice Spice, she in the Deli

Wa-Wa-Watch the backdoor, bitch 'Zay tryna get me

Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, bitch, I'm feeling envy

My Glock 3D, that shit is a custom

I said it to Allah 'cause that boy a Muslim

I said it to Allah 'cause he ain't a pig

I'm getting these racks, I feel like I'm kid

You was off that street, you ain't never the shit'

You got hit by a brick, Lil' Bill's a bitch, nigga

When he's outside, okay, we gon' put him on fleek, nigga

Ya' ho, she goin, she suckin' my dick, nigga

All face, I'ma trickster

I'm rockin' them Ricks', nigga