LYRICS:

Ima keep it short and sweet

Y’know I’m comin with that heat

That Sly muthafucka, burnin up the fuckin tree

I don’t fuck with these bustas, only whining when they speak

Why Slyye super cold, Guess he dont fuck with me

Damn straight

Boo hoo

Go cry about it bitch

Fire up that fuckin chat, talkin all that bullshit

Ima keep it real, you wouldn’t last a second in the streets

Closest you will ever get is a beef with Misery

Livin in yo head rent free, it’s a fuckin treat

Love to see you struggle when you sleep, kiss my fuckin feet

Thinkin that you know me, cuz you stalkin the internet

Get a fuckin hobby, kiss my nuts, and get a fuckin check

Get in fuckin check before I wreck yo damn shit mane

Down in the south, this is how we fuckin solve thangs

This a reprimand to any bitch who ain’t fuckin bout it

Meet me down south, best believe we gonna talk about it