[Intro: Squigga]

Ayy

Ayy, I never thought this shit would be a problem

I never thought that shit would be a problem

Money coming in, got chicken like I'm at a [?]

I ain't playing Fortnite, put the guns down and boxed him

You slipped right out yo' shell, you a soft ass taco

[Verse 1: Squigga]

I should give you niggas hell

Rob yo' ass, boy, you gon' tell

Sold your soul for that lil' deal, boy, you just took you a L

And I'm hittin' on a Latin bitch, that bitch say, "Que lo que"

Sent a P of that gas right 'cross the country, check yo' mail

Yo' ass dried up, you don't got no water, really yo' shit stale

Hospitalize yo' ass, leave you a note like, "Bro, get well"

Every time Squigga pop out with that Glock them boys get pale

Whole body AK with this trеnch coat, you could never evеr tell

I got problems with this nigga, he said that he could support me

You can't even get me drank, he couldn't even get me Motrin

Can't get none of these racks off me, can't get no portions

I beat Sandy back in five times, make that bitch get an abortion

All the opps acting out, hit up Pat to get that sorted

Oddie hit me for a 3.5, you know that bitch just got shorted

[Verse 2: Spongenig]

Squig' got the 9, but I got that 40

Laid that .40 cal on your ass, can you stop recording?

You be scary on the road, you're not scoring

And you got your fit from Alibaba, them is not Jordans

And you a trap God, I pay off your mortgage

You not hearing me on this next part, it's finna be morbid

You ain't no trap God, where your meth labs to show for it?

Bro your ass tweakin' tryna serve trash, keep that storage

Might as well burn that shit

You keeping signing those lil' deals, might as well earn that shit

Might as well quit your career

How you out-rapped by Sponge, Squig and Pat, you're a queer

How you let Squig pop out, better flows, better lyrics?

You a crashout, dumb ass lil' bro, he better steer

[Verse 3: Squigga & Spongenig]

Better steer out this way

Yeah, I'm in your bitch mouth, I'm a bottle of toothpaste

I'm a whole bottle of Tris', I'm a roll of sushi

Way that bitch gon' eat me up, she drink me up like booze, ayy

I was drunk as hell off the pint and I'm making plays

I was ridin' with my choppa, shot it at him, he made it— hey, hold on

That nigga made it out okay so I left his ass alone, make it as another day, hold on, hold on

Hit his ass another day, and I hit him next week, I said, "What's the fucking—" ayy

I said, "What's the fucking deal?" ayy, ayy

Yeah, make his ass get peeled, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I skinned his ass alive

And I'm leaning off the Tris', and a little Percy 5

How you still rapping? Boy, you pushin' 35

I'll slap yo' ass right out the damn air like a fly

Old head when you yap, you diss like you [?]

How you missed on every song and then you bitch in replies?

Don't bitch at me, nigga, you need to get your engineer, go bitch at that nigga

Trash ass nigga, suck my dick

OCG