Man f*ck 1kay I'm coming at ya like Kendrick did Drake
On the 3rd of the 5th month what you say
On live like moe got carried that's fake
Ain't no way imma let this yeat wannabe go claim my plate
You from Sydney cuz not from Cali
Don't make me equip my Bally
I don't know bout you cuz but star just weren't no sad song
Don't be salty cuz you ain't got the rap skills to sing along
I only heard one of yo songs and you need to hop out the tonka truck
Man that shit is straight blatant come original don't fake the funk
Man that's rough
When classy drops you gon wanna take back the stuff
You said put a bullet in ya head
Red beam you gon fent lean
Like you dropping dead
Yea I back it out
I don't give a f*ck what you talk about
Yea I pack it out
You out
Yea I back it out
Im loud
Pack it up and send it out them boys be stuck in a drought
We on a paper route
Creeping down the block with a glock and we take you out
You sending shots but it ain't what you about
Put a bullet in you for sure
Yo cuz he can't take no more
Blood leaking on the floor stains on my Jordan 4s
Then we hop in the 4door
Still
Aiming that stick out the window
Might send another shot at yo fringe tho
Likely to f*ck on yo bitch tho
Might take that bitch on the cover under cover yo
Gonna need to use a rubber tho
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Try to diss its a lyrical mismatch
I take your girl you ain't gettin this bitch back
Back yo fists it's a big clash
Run your mouth get ya head bashed
Yea we get cash
While 1kay rapping bout smoking too much hash
Who wants clash you ain't got no flow
I body yo hoe ass
No more trash aye
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh
Y'all some fiends innit yuh