[Chorus: Sa Vich]

'Cause all these bitches try and outrap me

I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat

I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee

And he can't get out

Perhaps he is unhappy 'cause he got acme

I'm on a private jet to Miami

Evil attack could get a grammy

Evil attack but they can't attack me

[Verse 1: Sa Vich]

Bitch, I'm back

This an evil attack

If you trying to throw hands, I eat you up like a snack

Cause I got a pack

And they'll make you stop

If I'm washing these floors at least give me a mop

I see new shoes, if I like then I cop

I see a new tune, if I like then I bop

I hope you ain't afraid of heights 'cause I'm going to the top

The realest will fall, R.I.P. to the Pop

Now I got the flow

If I say we gon' go

Then little bitch, better listen, if not you get shot

And if you don't want to come chill

Then it's getting real

Do shit around me, you'll get caught a lot (Damn)

Pop might be gone

But I got a gun

If you cap, you're getting popped for sure

If we're having beef, know I got beef

I got no green, I'm no omnivore

Neck, gucci, wrist, rollie

People try and open a door and then show me

Meanwhile I open two doors, they act like they know me

Meanwhile, broken two fours, just like Kobe

I got a visa

And y'all are saying I am deceased but (Freeze up)

Number 10, back like عيسى

Never mind, I bring back the beat

[Chorus: Sa Vich & A P Capone]

'Cause all these bitches try and outrap me

I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat

I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee

And he can't get out

Perhaps he is unhappy 'cause he got acme

I'm on a private jet to Miami

Evil attack could get a grammy

Evil attack but they can't attack me

(Ayy, ayy)

A P Capone

[Verse 2: A P Capone]

They say hi, I say bye like asta la vista

People only like you cause you have a visa

I'ma go on holiday, jet to Ibiza

I came out the dirt and my knees hurt

I went from the dirt to the sky and I'm still here

Call me Harry Houdini because I make shit dissapear

Walk up to the crib with the Glock

It might be a baretta

Making moves, it’s a vendetta

Bitch your cheesy like cheese mozzerela

Dropping glass slippers but I ain't no Cinderella

Ayy, ayy, shoutout to Bella

I'm not in an academy, unless it's an umbrella

I'm like Slim Shady on the beat

You are so slim, you need to eat

The only thing that smells worse than your breath is your feet

Because they reek

This is my peak

You are weak side dissing like a leach

While im chilling out here at a hot-ass beach

Now, I'ma gonna take your seat 'cause

[Chorus: Sa Vich & MatthewDylan]

Cause all these bitches try and outrap me

I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat

I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee

And he can't get out

Perhaps he is unhappy 'cause he got acme

I'm on a private jet to Miami (Huh)

Evil attack could get a grammy

Evil attack but they can't attack me

Cause they attack like my granny

[Verse 3: MatthewDylan & Sa Vich]

Pull up on your block cause I really do ridiculous things

I'm coming hot and you really not as hot as it seems

Your body dropped a banana, you got left in the streets

And I forgot your mama crying, it mean nothing to me

Like, ooh (Bah), and it's all so clean

You be talking money but you got no green

People talking hyped but they all got small dreams

I'm working hard and I'm only fourteen

And again I might just step up, make it busy

You getting afraid of Scott, can't even fake it

No one ever stops a cop

Just like a cop, I'll fuck you up

Bitch, I'm popping like (Woah), woah

No Jack like Harlow

Don't you think you'll see tomorrow

I'm a leader, you all follow

Basic bitches love to swallow

[Chorus: Sa Vich]

'Cause all these bitches try and outrap me

I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat

I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee

And he can't get out

Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme

I'm on a private jet to Miami

Evil attack could get a grammy

Evil attack but they can't attack me (Cause all these)

Cause all these bitches try and outrap me

I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat

I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee

And he can't get out

Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme

I'm on a private jet to Miami

Evil attack could get a grammy

Evil attack but they can't attack me

Cause they attack like my granny