[Intro: BIG DADDY KY]
I didn't even think we were gonna have to write this but, I guess we're just gonna have to show you

[Verse 1: BIG DADDY KY]
What a waste of time, tryna think of rhymes, for a sorry ass bitch who always fucking whines
Tried a whole lot tryna get me to leave them
Then you talk shit so this is us getting even. (GANG)
Was gonna diss you directly, but that shit is so childish, then you block all us on Twitter, you really fucking wildin
Digging your grave no one attending your funeral, nobody knows who you are, you're an unknown numeral

[Verse 2: SAUCE THA SLOTH]
SAUCE ON THA TAPE BITCH
FUCK YOU YOU LITTE ASS PRICK
YOU'RE A BIG ASS DICK

[Verse 3: BARNEY]
You're just a fake ass dude trying to get big when you got no talent even worth a shit. I created you and you can't even thank me, just talked shit and became one of my enemies. But you know, I don't care. You just a waste of time doing nothing but making bad tracks getting your ass kicked by the SUS 5

[Verse 4: BIG DADDY KY]
In a real panic when you hear this fucking track, bitch you already know that i'm from the fucking trap. Recording this track, you look like a bitch, don't fucking look at me you'll never get us back

[Verse 5: YUNG MICKEY]
Young bull panicked so he had to lift weights, drinking bull semen now you got a pizza face
You disgrace, fuck boy, pick it up, join the race
If you a real boy why can't you say it to our face?
Hope your dad is happy while your hair gettin' nappy. Never worked in your life, but you talk yeah you tried
I remember when we was up making rhymes, now you switched mid drive what happened to the old times?
At the end of the day you a fake boy, fuck with YUNG MICKEY on this motherfucking sus tape