[Intro]

"I'll whoop yo' ass! Your girlfriend looks like my mom."

[Verse 1: Mecca]

Eat a nigga like it's breakfast

Beat a pussy nigga senseless

You out here driving reckless

Knock ya teeth out like the dentist

Yo bitch a plate cleaner but I ain't a fuckin' sexist

You think yo' ass is smart? Then nigga where yo nexus

Bitch get out my mentions

Read them like the Bible, my flow was sent from heaven

Nigga, who you think you testin'?

This ain't a fucking classroom, but still gon' teach you lesson

Cause you got guns in your pics, don't mean that you are dangerous

Just means you got a weapon

Just means you tote a Smith n'

Just means you got ambition

To end up with morticians

Something, something, something

"Hey, that's beautiful man"

Hope you got a funeral plan

Your funeral planned

What you finna do wit ya mans

When my...

Haha, I'll stop right there

[Verse 2: Mecca]

If my name end up in a verse

You'll end up dead in a hearse

If you throw around names

You'll turn up drowned in a lake

With nobody to say

No one to back up your claims

Your self-proclaimed gangsta

It just doesnt fit you

Young boy got a issue?

I blow like a tissue

12 Gauge finna hit you

Your family finna miss you

My passport is legal, but still got my ice

I'm fly like an eagle, I'm reaching new heights

I'm a bird of prey

Running Sixers like Bradman, on the 3rd of May

Pull up to Steak Town, and order a Philly steak

Grow up nigga

Drop my address, but don't show up, nigga

Like the Taliban, I done blown up, nigga

Hole in his chest, he a doughnut, nigga

(Yeah, yeah)

[Interlude 1]

Haha-ha, he said "hole in his chest like a doughnut"

That's corny as shit, man

Look at you, look at your hairline, nigga

You're so fuckin' ugly. Wit yo dollarstore looking headass

I just wanna slap the shit out you, dawg

No cap

"That's on my mama"

[To Be Continued]

Produced: kloudbeats

Co-Produced: Mecca

Written: Mecca