[Intro]
Somebody chat to their bredrin
Tell him that his heart ain't in it
We don't rate that block over these sides (DC Beats)
We laugh at that block, it's a gimmick
His wifey came back home, don't ask if I hit it
We don't rap battle like Eminem
We just hit him where it hurts, tell little bro f—

[Chorus]
Why's my man still tryna diss me?
Salty, can't rise a hundred or even a fifty
I knew she was fuckin' on Loski, but I still jeet that down, it was risky
Sizzly, turn up the Lambeth district
He ain't nothin' like me, he's a pickney

[Verse]
Ain't got back for his broski, been about six years and we're still counting
We found him, all of that woof on the net, we pronounced him
We're livin' in head like dandruff, we gon' clean that shit like shampoo
I'm a rapper, still gettin' dirty, didn't wanna take that risk, but I had to
I was giving out waps like Santa
When I saw Loski try diss, it was banter
Fuck that, ever seen a **** yute get shanked up?
Got the drop on them at his party, me and S stepped there with a Smithon
I don't get why you talk on my ting when you don't even play your position
We them boys, free my boys
Loadin' up for them eediat boys
Brand new year, new motto
You're either with this shit or you're not
I got friends in the grave that are lifers cah they really did that shit for the block
Do that shit outrageous, stepped out armed and dangerous
Shit then, put him on the news and we turned him famous
Why they try so hard to be bad boys?
I was runnin' down opps in my school clothes
New plate yutes tryna act up, we ain't got nothin' in common
L's down, L's down, thumbs down, thumbs down
Get 'round there, if you see one of them boy there, then jump out
XD really got a sweet tooth, but it don't need no fillings
I done driver, I done passy, it gets awks when I talk 'bout drillings (AWKWARD)
Aws when I talk 'bout millions, awks when I talk 'bout haters
Hand on your heart if you know you ain't did it
You ain't never catch man timid
And my bros get pushed to the limit, either juggin' or drillin'
I've hopped out cars and I've skidded, '025, turn my L's into winnin'
[Chorus]
Why's my man still tryna diss me?
Salty, can't rise a hundred or even a fifty
I knew she was fuckin' on Loski, but I still jeet that down, it was risky
Sizzly, turn up the Lambeth district
He ain't nothin' like me, he's a pickney

[Outro]
Somebody chat to their bredrin
Tell him that his heart ain't in it
We don't rate that block over these sides
We laugh at that block, it's a gimmick
His wifey came back home, don't ask if I hit it
We don't rap battle like Eminem
We just hit him where it hurts, tell little bro, "Fill it"