[Verse 1]

I don't know who you are, but I know you're a fake

He got flamed, he feel like a steak

I'm drippin' so hard like a fish out of lake

His chain lookin shiny, I think I'mma take

I keep it one hundred posted with the crew

We spittin' some facts, you know it's so true

I'm makin these bands, I feel like a Jew

Your G-Wagon dusty, I don't think it's new

I don't know who you are but I know you're a liar

We sing on these beats, I feel like a choir

He spam around links like he passin' his flyers

You flexin' your follows, but I'mma be higher

I don't know your name, get out of my messages

Keepin' a double cup, pourin' the beverages

Knowin what's right and what's wrong is a blessin'

You have like 2 songs, so why is you pressing?

Not feeling great, I think I'm in blues

Leave a scene fast, ain't leavin' no clues

Not passin' the booze, I'm not that type

You gonna get run up like Colonel Hughes

My engine is boomin, it's going vroom vroom

This bass is so loud, it's shakin' my room

Your music is dead, we call that a tomb

My shotgun is heavy, it has loud booms

I'm just chillin' makin' songs in my home

Beats be on point like the hat of a gnome

He actin' retarded, he got a syndrome

Five bucks an hour at Pizza Patrone

We stayin' on point, feel like a traffic cone

You is a clone, you is unknown

I'm trippin all day then I'm up in the zone

[Verse 2]

Really just makin' music for the fun of it

Why does your car look like a tennis ball from the front of it?

Makin' bad music and then I recovered it

Stuck in the underground, stuck in the thick of it

And I don't think you know

I'm makin this dough

He call me a clone and I'm breakin' his bones

I don't know where else I should go

Up in the booth, they pull up, no gats

We breakin' his tooth

Hittin this one out the park, Babe Ruth

I'm droppin' these facts, you can't handle the truth

I'm just chillin' making songs in my home

He look in my scope and seein' the glare

A second later, I spray everywhere