[Hook: Ric Da Vinci]

The T only hot if the fire supplied

Cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer

Blase blah get ya popcorn ready

Or the next pop is ya armageddon

[Verse 1: Ric Da Vinci]

Armour on

Got my head steady

Boutta Teabag T’s bag of bullshit baby

August weather but he yellin may day

We supporting you but you only hear the pay day

Never gave a shit about the 20-sum hits

Sum of bricks thrown up equals a Tetris glitch

Difference is, we saw the outcome if the gang never switched

He gon’ talk about blowing up but he just blowing his tip while giving false tips

T a far miss

Sound the alarm wrists spinnin outta control

Only control you got of ya soul is the play and pause button on all of our songs

Gettin’ defeat step in ya soul

Next time don’t do yaself wrong

And think twice before barkin dog

[Hook: Ric Da Vinci]

The T only hot if the fire supplied

Cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer

Blase blah get ya popcorn ready

Or the next pop is ya armageddon

[Verse 2: Mugen Styles]

Boy you a scaredy cat

Calling me a pussy

Where the call been at?

You can’t be direct

Rather hide behind the screen

And your disrespect

Claim anxiety

No propriety

The T only hot

When the fire supplied

Hatred reside

Inside of your heart

So you project it onto others

Ya smart ass

Not confident

In your art-ass-bitch

Deleting all your streams

But you not homophobic?

Using all them slurs

But you “got gay friends”

That make you insecure

Fragile masculinity

You gon’ crash and burn

Cause real support only shown

When it’s actually earned

[Hook: Ric Da Vinci]

The T only hot if the fire supplied

Cooks to pyros, set the kitchen timer

Blase blah get ya popcorn ready

Or the next pop is ya armageddon

[Verse 3: J-R3d]

Finna put this dog down man fuck Pet-co-vic

Who the vet and who the bitch

Non-rappin ass hoes have no say in Hip-hop

Bow to ya father I have always been the Abbott

You in hot water like that flower named Jasmine

Game on a T bitch I’m soarin' like Aladdin

You can not compete better go back to reactin

Ctrl+Alt+Del ya character lackin

First you got godflow now you get the dragon

I’ll burn ya whole fuckin crib down to some ashes

It’s funny how you ass kiss but call me a faggot

You livin so depressed stuck in shit like maggot

I kill you wit one line nigga thats my caption

A nigga talkin shit didn’t behind screens was never worthy

You live in Washington bitch come downa Jersey

30 fuckin shots at face like I’m Curry

Better scurry little rat you get killed on the trap

You ain't fuckin wit the cat you get bullied like I’m Shaq

You ain’t bother in the tad bit you always on that cap shit

Trust me lil boy I got much more in the stash

If you really want some problems just send me the ave