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(verse)

huh
i might jus’ get me a few
drizzy you wildin’ ’bout what? huh? (prrt)
i’m ending this beef & i’m totally vegan; up on my d_ck n mad about what? (paow)
you gettin’ numbers you mentioned my name, (woo)
don’t get excited i might be a bully & push you around, (grrt)
you lame asf, let’s keep it a hunnid you kno’ you be cappin’ a bit, huh
you’ll never be me; i’m chasin’ my prime, yours? in the past like a b_tch outta periods, (haha)

drizzy you mad that my b_tch outta .10
but still i ain’t trustin’ i pack me a few
you hittin’ it raw no wonder you slim, droppin’ a diss? you can never shady
smoke you a blunt like i did you before, huh, (grr)

i ain’t gon’ play witchu; i’m dollar stackin’ like mountain climber
stomp your head you just baby jaxon that’s the only time that you’ll hold still
your feature a hunnid, your chorus a fifty; but i’m charging triple this isn’t a flex i’m jus’ knowin’ my worth
i’m bigger than you than you charity givin’
i’m swimming wit’ sharks but you playin’ wit’ “nemo”

i made me a list with the biggest of names
you never had beef but i’m givin’ out stew
i take you like, “stuart”; small boy in a man’s world wit’ a nice ride but you lack style
i got split sheets that’s worthwhile i’m the main artist on a featured song
i’m denim drippin’ wit’ vvs but you out here flashin’ wit’ no names
2nd hands, i can tell it’s handouts
give credit to the beat maker jus’ shout out you; wit’ a tag mark, (prrt)
10 plays that’s your new goal, but i’m aiming high for a mil’ thou
drizzy talk but he lay low; fans kno’ you ain’t competition, (grrt)
you a f_ckin’ stain in my denim jean which i gotta take to the dry cleaner

that’s a monkey bar you ain’t understand? it went over you
throwin’ jabs you ain’t sonny liston, i’ll throw a hook like sugar ray
leave you cold get him icu, (woah)
man to man; gave you cpr, huh, (nah)
i’m givin’ you thriller a film to remember when you started growing
i gave you the spotlight i’m takin’ it back now you got no career
you tryna stay innit you mention my name

f_ck it i’m tired of telling this timmy ain’t turner no magic
bars heavy man it’s overweight; you underweight check your waist size
i’ma break your spine like toothpick; when i’m done witchu i’ma dispose like a used up condom, huh
(grrr)
(hahaha eyo drizzy tell your mama i said wagwan)

look
this is the part where i sing, switch to melodic to smoothened the pain, huh
maybe let’s keep it a .9; might as well give you a c_ for coming this far, huh

bleed on the mic; i’m jus’ a soldier you can’t tame
this ain’t my prime it’s pre_prime
uh_hm
nah might as well give you kiss, mwah
you jus’ a baby who acting up; “cause lil baby ain’t full in her tummy”,(wuh)
might as well give you the crumbs to my bread, you lil birdy no wings, huh
i got more dollars than you’ll f_ckin’ ever have
that ain’t a flex but i’m givin’ out facts
you actin’ like von; but you thinkin’ you g?
you ain’t fighting demons; it’s a mid life crisis, huh
pistol tuckin’ in your b_lls, huh
big mac you a man, huh

(outro)

let it go, let it go, let it go, headshot
let it go, let it go, let it go, headshot (gunshot)

- realswaey

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