Willum Verse 1:

Ayy, yuh, Ouu, Damn

I’m gon' crop you like you are the vertical

I am the bounty coming for your cervical

Ima make a change that’s irreversible

Sorry I am getting way to personal

You better know the favor ain’t returnable

Please don’t mess with me I’ll leave you terminal

Cut your top like you are a convertible

Then you’ll see why i am so unmerciful

Chop you like it’s lettuce

Call the paramedic

Tell em where I’m headed

Tell em you been breaded

Tell you like epic

How I made a edit

Half you like the metric

Ima leave you shredded

Come in with the big drum

Pull up on you block like dum duh dum

Leaving you in crumbs

You some pond scum you become my sum

Wilson Verse 1:

Ayy fuck fuck oh shit Ouu

Oh Fuck Shit!

Fuck the talk

Slap you up

Grab the chalk

I’ve had enough

Grab the croc

I’ll bite you up

Tomahawk

How you get cut off

No cap

Off the map

Ain’t no radar

Ain’t no melee but I’ll ledge guard

Ain't no delay on what i’m baking

Call it a birthday how i'm making cake

Ain’t no Pusha t vs drake

I can see thru you, opaque

Carti how my belly, ache

Middle fingers up

Screaming i’ll crash the rental

Turn my blinkers off

You can’t track my fuckin' mental

Willum Verse 2:

Yeah im sipping on your ass whats good

Yo ayy yuh ayy

We goin faster

Now I am your pastor

I’ll make you the factor

Call that a disaster

Pull up with reactors

Call me the abstractor

Yuh yuh

Ima leave you splattered like the fuckin fire cracker said that this more than a fracture leave u back in the first chapter

Now I’m your attacker all I’m making you is shatter look at me like I’m an actor you can call me will shatner

Now this is slow

Pull up on your block and I mow

Turn this shit to allegro

I do not do this for show

I don’t know who I am doin this fo

Not anymo'

Shoutout our name and we grow

Now we are gettin this dough

You don’t even know

Now who am I doin this fo?

I do it for y’all man I owe

Ya'll a cup of joe Aye

Wilson Verse 2:

Aye fuck aye

This fuckin hurts shit

Ahh!

My fucking throat

Its so hot in here

Ayy, Ayy Ayy

Bitch, do what i say

I can make your lady single

Call me beyoncé

Swerve left on the highway

Ain’t no essay but it’s

Due on friday

You the bad rose

From the bouquet

I don’t buy clothes

Just for display

And it shows

Who skipped school days

Ain’t no action replay

You don’t get sick pays

This my break away

Remember lowercase when you spell the fuckin name

Fuck

Where the fuck am I