[Intro: Yesify]

Boy, don’t do this to him

(Mathiastyner)

[Verse 1: StretchGreen23 and (Yesify)]

Fuck a wit' me

Part of buffin', nothin'

Fuckin' call of bustin'

I’m motherfuckin' just rappin'

Rappers, cappa, cappa

“Cappa” this, “cappa” this

I’m just a laughin' this shit

Rappin' this motherfucker

White boy is such a savage bitch

Killin' this, reelin' this

Not a villain, bitch

Hold 'em here, up to the top

On the roof and ceilin', bitch

I’m fucking grillin' this

Like you was some fuckin' meat, though

I don’t give a damn, ha

Where that heat, though?

With that heat, I got that 4-0 in a 4-do'

When I bust flows

Just, just, just glow

Hit 'em with a rappin' (Rappin')

Nigga, motherfucker never slappin'

Never tap in, with a back end

With a backpack for the track that

Motherfucker, got a new rap pack

When I had that laugh at (Damn)

With a SnapBack when I strap back

I don’t give a damn, where that Mac at book?

I attract that look

I don’t give a damn less, when they like that look

Like that hook and a right hook there

Left hook there when you weren’t prepared

Say it for the bare dare

Don’t give a damn less

When they come there with a goddamn bear dare

You can only prevent forest fires

[Verse 2: Yesify]

How 'bout I rip out his teeth with pliers?

Can out the liars

Hit him once and that pussy is flat like a tire

I shock bitches like a wire

I can slap my boss and still wouldn’t get fired

In fact, I could date his daughter and get rehired (What?)

I’m just lettin' y’all know that I’m back

I’m blowin' shit up like I’m in Iraq

BOOM!

My paper don’t need no stack

My shit is so dope, I ain’t talkin' 'bout crack

Me and StretchGreen, we bringin' the heat

And we know that’s a fact, and we know that’s fact

You runnin' my shit, my laps

Runnin' my shit, no gaps

All ahead, no caps

We don’t give a fuck how they react (React)

I’m not a gigolo, but y’all be some clowns

We’ll laugh our asses to death (Death)

Let’s see a smile

My boy rap so fast that he ain’t even out breath (He ain’t)

Be high to the music make you relapse

You need to relax

Turn the speaker up before the buildin' collapse

I’ll be like, we gonna have you like (We gonna have you like)

What happened?

I hit you hard like a Dapin

I’m overlappin' the caption

Hadn’t been poppin' since bitches were dabbin'

(Haha, bitches we’re dabbin')

Silly bitch, didn’t think I could rap

Takin' my brother like right off the trap

My life is a hole, gotta fill that gap

Gotta be a man, no cap (No cap)