Y'all ballin' but you got no balls
I don't give a f*ck, you a pussy ass hoe
Y'all trippin' but you got no grip
All of y'all is frauds and you're crack deal is shit
Speedin' down a 30, run over Carti
Whole lotta red, now he's whole lotta dead
Checkin' out the Bible, J. had 12 disciples
Little did they know, they bred his holy bread
I wanted me some fries, it's $60.99
I went to the cashier, I stabbed him with a knife
My right lung just exploded, they told my ass to floor it
I flew to the windshield, then I f*ckin' died
Y'all ballin' but you got no balls
I don't give a f*ck, you a pussy ass hoe
Y'all trippin' but you got no grip
All of y'all is frauds and you're crack deal is shit