[Verse: 1]

Lyn the clan, they know I’m the man, they be asking me how Do I spit crack

Never minding yo business, running yo mouth you a bitch and that’s how you get bitch slapped

Any nigga out here preaching that he ever stepped on me niggas know that it’s big cap

Run up on me and I’ll leave yo ass mismatched

LyRog gotta keep it a big stack

And none these Glocks got bloom, so if Brodie up this bitch you gonna get boomed

Tryna diss ona gang that’s a doom we really toot brooms turn a opp to a tomb

Niggas already knew when I started this rapping shit that I was gon be the truth

Honestly I’m really here for the loot

Ballin' hard I’m like skip 2 Lou

I trap at the trap and I stay with the pack hit my line if you need that

You can call me Kyrie if I up with this chop niggas know ima green that

And yeen gotta stare at me the whole time lil bae I know you wanna get free smacked

You ain’t LY no you can’t peace that

If she treesha lil nigga then Treesh that

You niggas ain’t bullies, you niggas is snitches I seen yo ass talking to one time

I hear niggas talking and doing this dissing we really gon send you to sunshine

And yea nigga I know everybody got poles but I’m one of the few who gon bust mine

Play the field bitch we going the whole nine

Why yo thotty still banging my hotline ?

Smoking on biscotti this here got me feeling right

I ain’t catching no feelings I’m on a flight

He talking down on the Q he gon die tonight

When I up it the spark gon get very bright

And you still reaching for peons that’s outta sight

When we slide and hop out you gon die tonight

Posted up on the 8 and we all tote a pipe

Running up on this turf yo gon lose ya life