Y 'all better not fuck with me
Crack your face, stitch you up
Solo rapper or group I'll split you up
Think I just came outside to a new label?
Like I wasn't chopping off heads
I kept punching, told them fight back
40 city tour, no bodyguards,
Can't fuck with losers, we winnin' it up
Every time we run into them,
These rappers got the energy
of a kid who's been touched
Yuck, labels will worship,
why you actin' so nervous?
Shorty asked me what I do
I told her I give everyone around
Like a motherfuckin' Christmas tree,
Walkin' to the spot like the
Anybody can get it straight like that
All the lakers walkin' to the spot
Rrrraaah! Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Bing, bong, bitch, we back again
This shit trash, you can't rap with
Fuck around and get sacked again
I ain't got no rapper friends
Never dick rode, never click hopped
Think you big shot, but I think not
Homie, calm down, your bitch chopped
so what's 10 for your debt?
Cause when the shit goes left,
Naysayers'll get shot in the mouth
they thought they counted me out
Yeah bitch, I meant counterfeits
Get ripped standing next to Authentics
Walk into the spot like the fuckin' rumor
Walk into the spot like the
Don't make us walk into the spot like the Fuckin' room up
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know
I was gonna rip his heart out.
I'm the most brutal and vicious
and most ruthless champion
There's no one can stop me.
There's no one that can match me.
My defense is impregnable
I want to eat his children.