[Intro]
Don't mix crack with the codeine
Yeah (Uh, uh), uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah), uh (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, hol' on, let me catch it
He front that work and said, "What? That n***a dutty"
Bitch, you could read about my crack somewhere on Reddit
RXK (RXK), bitch, tell the opps I said it
He don't go outside 'cause he scared of the streets
His stomach growlin', he can't eat
He can't help his sister or help his mother
Older n***a look up to his lil' brother
Sharin' one gun ain't gonna kill nobody
Hoop by myself, not with nobody
Glock wet his ass like Kalahari
Pardon me, don't got time, I'm sorry
Bitch look like Keri Hilson and Ashanti
Back the fuck up, I don't take it kindly
This got nothin' to do with COVID
Just 'cause I got it, don't gotta show it
I'm in papa bear chair, I want the porridge
Mama like "What shoes those is? Those foreign."
Gotta spend the money while I'm still alive
Y'all dyin' to live and livin' to die
Clout chasin', lose an arm or an eye
This real testament, who Plies?
Ball out on the meal, got two sides
N***a got outta jail doin' Uber rides
Pull up with DoorDash lookin' dumb
They seen bum in you since you was young
I hate my opps with a fuckin' passion
Fake killers movin' like fruitpassion (I hope they die)
Stretch all you n***as like elastic
Not in my lane or in my bracket
We ain't cool like that so I'ma tax you
Delete you on the 'Gram, I ain't even add you
All these gangster n***as reportin' my 'Gram
They eatin' dick, arguin' with fans
Have a n***a from Australia bust yo' head
Cut yo' food stamps off, now you mad
Shut up, you beef patty eatin' boy
All you had today was a bag of Doritos
Your bitch bought you an eighth of za
I know you healthy from all that walkin'
They like, "Neph, why you diss me on your album?"
Bitch, I'ma diss you at the BET Awards (shut the fuck up)
And the MTV Awards (pussy)
I'll diss you even if they gave me an Oscar
I highly doubt I'll get an Oscar
These n***as actin' and TikTokin'
You like 32, sit down, boy, stop it
Why yo' shoulders and knees pop lockin'?
TikTok not payin' your fuckin' bills
It's like the barbershop, put him on a block list
They like, "Neph, you talkin' shit"
Beyoncé breath, imma talk my shit
Kurt Cobain, where the fuck my fifth?
This beat hit harder than a bitch
They like, "Neph, you should start doin' hooks"
Then I duck, weave, jab and threw a hook
Money rag on my face, don't look
He not in the trap and he don't cook
Crackbag size of a phone book
Opps sold Mixcraft on a Chromebook