(Verse 1: Izzyy Tho)

I was in africa starving, nigga you bettter not fuck the gang

Thank god I'm blessed and pray for my mama every night struggling for bread

I cried all night I admit that shit but the pain was too intense

Niggas keep playing this choppa finna spray might as well fuck up their brains

Where would you hide when it's your time nigga no more time to waste

Niggas tryna do me wrong everytime that's why I'm always switching lanes

You weren't there from the start I was struggling when the clouds was dark

Why you callin' my phone? I already know that one day I'm finna blow

No need to stress, niggas cause am blessеd, they keep hating but they know I'm up next

Hard timеs passed by left scars, you didn't hit my line when I was broke

Now pussy ass nigga wanna play he finna get shot in his back bones

I'mma swerve right past with 223, and your homie dead they thought he was a crip

Don't even act like you know me

He wanna be my homie , And am balling like am Kobe

Fuck with me i'mma push you below me

Your mom is a fan and her name is Sophie

Look at my vid and she riding like a pony

I'm like a balloon and she wanna blow me

She was so good I felt like I was Floating

(Verse 2: Mikejh)

Pull out an iron, man I feel like Tony

Checked the new track, you should stop 'cause you phony

I'm so cold I got that ice like Zamboni

Run up, your brain look like hot macaroni

I got a car I don't even drive

I feel like Mario when I fly

I jump in these bars, I go in the fights

I'm counting the stars, I don't go outside

I'm in the Ghost you see

Wondering what I'm supposed to be

Pop that shit to get some dopamine, got a 4 for me

Copped a 50 on the coat

Yeah he acting old he should be in the past

I got some soap 'cause I'm cleaning some racks

That little ho think I'm needing some ass

I gotta go 'cause I'm needing them bags

(Verse 3: Leryx)

She talking to me like I did some shit

Not feeling honest I don't feel legit

I got the feeling this song is a hit

Wake up at night, nigga I can not sleep

Writing this banger its 4 am

Nigga you don't know who I am

Its gonna end of course my man

Gonna fall harder then Will-I-Am

Told me she felt something It was all cap

Calling your ex I got your snap

I feel broken have you thought about that

Niggas copying they be all copy cats

You wanna talk? Fuck that

You feeling lost? Gulag

I moving on, no cap

What did I say? Hoes mad

GRBL fuck that XL

She got fucked wanna meet at a hotel

Straight from Latvia, give me head, yeah

She be mad and turning red

Talking Politics, mad at Trump

She got no words, she bout to dump

Wanna expose, try to DM

No response, bitch got blocked

She was playing hard, now she got rocked, if I'm for real

Wish we that never talked, Michael Jackson

Nigga real talk, got the plug on

Bout to moonwalk

I shoot a nigga just gave him a headshot

My name is Polo just minus the dreadlocks

I got my sniper you can see the target

I'm in a Subway just tell me who farted

(Verse 4: Loopie)

Izzy, Mikey, Leryx, Loopie

Listen, fire, they're like, who's he?

Rap over the loops, now the beat is fruity

Won't think twice before I'm shooting

And I mean that in a lyrical way

Pitiful, you all know we don't fuck with no fake

Bitch is full, of shit, you a typical snake

Hit em bitches with a bar, if they think it's okay

To take advantage of people who keep it real, and hate

Wanna catch these hands? It's free real estate

And now you say sorry? Bitch you a fake

You got into my snare, get kicked in the face

I'm still on my break but when I'm back I'mma be stronger

Is everyone chill? Cause I'm having fun with this!

This beat is Johnny Depp, by the time that I'm done with it

Yeah this a beat switch, to every fucker beefing

For a piece of recognition, all you bitches dreaming

Y'all are stupid sheeps, no wonder y'all been sleeping

On the facts, and start hating for no fucking reason

Then they sleep in my track, Then there's beef, they react

They'll go dm my ass, tryna be someone bad

You ain't phasing the loop, all the hating ain't new

This all came out the blue, I'm a stranger to you

You don't really wanna fuck with my squad (Loop!)

Worth a couple Macs you ain't nothing but an iPod

If you can't take facts, eat my dick like a Tide Pod

Keep on crying, you just can't handle my bars

Lay off the melatonin, leave the bed and go bitch

They still don't know, they still sleep on the fucking goat, bitch

Neigh, when I hear your track cause it's fucking horse shit

They can't compare to the Loop, they fucking know it

I'm sonning all of y'all, that the Maury show got cancelled

Don't come at us and beef, without knowing you can't flow

You fucked up, you try to cover your skin like a pantyhose

Go outside, see the sky, I can tell it-- man, stop

With all the comments of you talking bout my past you whore

They can't fuck with the team thats bringing fire at your door

Light it up as a group of four fire spitting mortals

On the mic it's important, if you came for more, don't fuck with the Fatal Four