(Verse 1)

Okay

I could kill the game by the way I start with this inflow

Come to think about it, I'm coming in like a pillow

Imma start off cool and then get warmer you gotta flip it

Same process bitch, the shit I spit is wicked

Sorry that I'm so different, sorry that I'm indifferent

I really don't give a fuck so I can not supply your interests

Bitch, I'm the head star, ya'll my deputy's

Smashing every stair so you motherfuckers can't step to me

And how the hell can ya'll step to me if you can stomach me?

Lately I've been cooling off my stepping through some oven heat

Lately its been fuck the vegetables I want that fucking beef

Bitch I caught that subtweet you hit at me so take a seat

Yo your pussy's like a tissue

People gonna use it then never again look into you

Sorry its the coldest truth, I though I spit the realest shit

Half of ya'll me fans and friends so how can ya'll forget

That Tripp isn't dominant

Tripp is nothing more then the definition of dominance

Sorry keep your "compliments", sorry keep your faces

Stay the fuck away from me welcome to Hells Playlist