Indy 500

[Verse 1: Venting Palace]
Bitch, your keyboard ain't no weapon
If you really were pull up, we could really get to slappin'
Get to clappin' but you cappin'
Just an op with an obsession
For crying wolf on the internet
And frontin' that you trappin'

If you boutta bite, best bet I bite back
Chiddy-ching ching, paid the fee, now pay the tax
Swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends
Swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends

If you boutta bite, best bet I bite back
Chiddy-ching ching, paid the fee, now pay the tax
Swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends
Swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends

Feelin' like clifford, I'm the big dog buddy
Merging in your lane, have your roll cage ready
Seeing your hands shakin' while mine stay steady
Sparks fly at your crew like we're trading paint heavy

[Verse 2: Depth Strida]
Shoot the Glock
Let 'em talk
What the fuck?
Leeches suck
Strida walk
Know wassup
Your shit flop
Me on top, ay

Now that bitch up on my dick, ay
Now that bitch want some pics, ay
Liking my shit click-click, ay
Her booty be thicc-thicc, ay
Sleeping on your bitch like I'm a motherfucking maniac
You be looking silly, bitch, you lacking all your fucking crack

Venting Palace, Depth Strida
On foenem you sucking dick
You got a lot of tracks and shit but you don't have success with it

Bitch, I am so lazy need a lot of money in my bank
Got a lot of people coming at me call me fucking fam
You talking shit, you talking shit
You want a feature, pay for it
"The trappy stuff, I'm feeling it"
Ha, you're such a bitch