[Verse 1: Big Melancholy]
Ayy
Bitch, I got it on my own, I made a name up out the mud
Now I'm only chasing money, I ain't worried 'bout your scrub
I got a couple killers on my line, I'm quick to pick it up
While you flashing hella drunk, pussy better keep it suck
Before I snuff, huh
I wish you run up, slug's done for sun, so shut the fuck up
Yum, yum, in lungs, I'm rollin' dumb blunts
Huh, yeah, I'm buzzin', you can't touch nothin'
Huh, yeah, I'm drunk, I'm tryna fuck something
Thug sluts give love, but I can't cuff none 'em
I'm clutch with guns, bitch, I can't trust nothin'
I'm fucking up, I'm at the end, nothing
Ayy, I think I had about enough
How the fuck you call me bro? And then you kick me in my nuts
Why the fuck fuck you acting tough?
I think it's time to call your bluff
How you fall up under pressure
'Cause I'm a diamond in the rock
You little bitch
I passed the Dutch, call it passing some gas
You acting fake, hard, pussy, but I'vе been on your ass
And if we got beef, then I probably started it
Your bitch always wants mе, 'cause she said I go harder than you
You wat the bag of shit up, but I'm not talkin' produce
Huh, laughing it up while I pop out and shoot
Ayy, I'm on the loose, bitch, I might make the noose
I got the blade in my booth, I see the blood in Deja Vu
[Verse 2: 99Zed]
Cruising in that double wide body, spot that pressure
Crank that Gucci mane, like I was in the kitchen, cooking up
My jaw look like Fat Joe, you be smoking on that skinny blunt
Rep that 804, I'm doing shows, now everybody bug
You ain't got no safe, 'cause you a rookie
Step inside the pan, smacking shit, snatching cookies, snap a fucking pic
The way that everybody looking
They gon' talk a lot behind the floor, but we all know you a pussy bitch
Hate to take it back like we was thuggin' in the 90s
Everybody in they momma tryna flex like they behind me, bitch
All that fucking talking, but that stepping is unlike me
I'm never losing sleep from all these rappers who don't like me, bitch

[Verse 3: Saliva Grey]
Houston in that motherfucking, never seen this coupe
I got bitches, I ain't snitching, you ain't gripping on no tool, you a fool
Look at you, stuck it like some glue, I'm so cool, super cool
I might fuck around and turn me in a pool
Like just some blood
Gruesome with the flood, cooling with my shooters
I don't shoot unless you fucking with my blood
You a scrub, uh, flowing off the mud, uh, cruising off the sub
I might shoot 'em with some food
And disappearing to the bomb
Bitch boy, you just a dumb chick fucking with the grate
You finna end up in the motherfucking garbage
The country, so open up your arteries
Introduce a motherfucker to eternal suffering