[Intro]

BossUp, nigga

Real Rx

Y'all niggas dead kids, man

[Verse]

Walk in this bitch like [?]

LL Cool J with the Kangol

Slide thru this bitch like Snow Billy

Goddamn right I got my glick with me

You taking pictures of another nigga chain

You tryna live off another nigga fame

You doing interviews on another nigga name

Runnin round claiming another nigga gang

5.56'll bust your brain

Go through you and what's-his-name

You took pictures in your lil man shoes

You know damn well that ain't cool

Jump in my Audi and hit the throttle

Drink my Moët from the bottle

5.56 shoot auto

5.56 go through the auto

5.56 through a brownstone

Now there's no more Billy Ado

You can run fast but the glick caught him

All in on ‘em like Coach Carter

I wouldn't get shit if I ever robbed him

That's the reason I never robbed him

I never seen niggas drive a foreign

Never seen niggas flash their own money

You on No Jumper talking 'bout a rat

You basically ratting on a rat

I said what I said and that's that

Every time I talk it's all facts

I was in Miami with your main man

Not one time did I see him exchange grams

I done cooked crack with these same hands

Beat niggas to death with these same hands

Shot so many guns with these same hands

My block should have been on Gangland

Y'all niggas ain't got no game plan

All day smoking the same strain

Back to back, goddamn

Y'all niggas hate me like y'all hate Shotti

Broad daylight, I get on your body

Pop Smoke, Welcome to the Party

If I got a problem I don't call nobody

There's 31 in this dirty .40

I'm strapped even at the 40/40

Hundred in the drac, I give you 40

I'm Deebo runnin' down on her shorty

Nigga, what you got on my .40?

I'm Suge Knight when he was in his glory

Hang a nigga out of 20 stories

These niggas gon' tell 20 stories

But fuck your stories

Will you tell me why I never saw your Audi

But you always talk about the Audi

I mean, I never even seen you park the Audi

Never saw you get in and start the Audi

I mean, how I know you even bought the Audi

You the type of nigga that just talk for talking

I got dog on me and dog barking

You in a Bnb with six niggas

And I guarantee it's not one pistol

When I get that pack i get it missing

Since day one I always been crippin

When I talk I make a bitch listen

When it come to Pap, it's a big difference

I will grab you by your neck and twist it

I don't know what kind of drugs you been getting

But nigga, you fucking trippin

And take them jeans off, I know you itchin

When they get holes you just re-stitch them

I mean, you post 'em in every picture

Nigga's had them on since December

Even further back if I remember

I get it, them your favourite denims

But you look dirty as a bitch in 'em

Who brought you home and your big homie

That nigga should be ashamed

Why the fuck they put you in a gang

Nigga you dirtier than Jermaine

Up the fifth, beat your brain

You got punched in your face at the airport

They punched your man durag off his head

Y'all niggas running round with the feds

Doing interviews about a fed

Talking about he left you for dead

Now you doing songs with Trippie Redd

What the fuck going on in your head

You need to lay down and go to bed

Wake up and try life again

I don't get into that swiping shit

And I bet ten bands you can't work your wrist

When you was upstate you was a nigga bitch

Now you coming home acting tough and shit

Punch you in your face bust your lip

Grab your bitch face, bust on her lip

This is way beyond talking shit

I'm trying to let you know how it can get

I'm a young nigga with no sense

You a broke nigga who can't pay your rent