​lets see

[Intro]
—Rap
I've seen everything on that motherfuckin' bat
If we had to tell her [?], I could beat you out the last
In this Lamborghini, I feel like I'm fuckin' tabs
Everything look fucked at you, I know you feel just like a cat
All that talk
I'ma pull up on that block, I make that motherfucker run
I'ma pull up on that block, I make that mother—
I'ma pull up on that block, I make that moth— (Go!)
You know I'ma pull up on that block, I make that moth— (Through that door)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'ma bring them duffel bags, I'ma empty all my clips
Ain't nobody tunin' in to you, lil' nigga, you is just a miss
You gon' get scared when I tell all yo' friends what you do
Nigga thinkin' I be givin' fucks about you, no, I don't
Pull up on that fuckin' block, I let it rough, I let it go
Told that nigga, ''Where you going? You just wanna diss for show''
I don't really give a fuck about a nigga whitеr than some snow
I'm flyer than a bitch, I'm trappin' evеry day like [Danny Cole?]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
O—, o—, oh
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
All this motherfuckin' rage, I don't let it go
If you really wanna spar, nigga, let it go
I know some niggas up in this field that's gonna do you cold
Better what you do, how you move and how you talk
If you talkin' on my gang, best believe you gon' get blocked
Bitch, I'm beamin', feelin' heaven sent, I'm dripped up like a mop
Shoutout Aura, shoutout Lecie, shoutout that nigga Uncle Tom
We got way too many guns, say you fuck around and you get popped
GTA, I got RPG's and a minigun
I do this for fun, got that stick, I make him run
Niggas is [?]
And that nigga is [?]
That nigga low income, that nigga do not get no money
Bitch, she bounce on me like bunny, tell that nigga, ''You not funny''
I'm only here for two reasons, I'm making music and make money
Bitch, I'ma a spaz up on that bitch, I [?]
I feel like Trippie Redd, I'm wipin' on my nose I'm not runny
Everybody know you don't mean nothin' to me
I got fuckin' purple bags and I got that mo'fuckin' cheese
Niggas think they can kick with the boss, let's see
Let's see, got a stick, lit the beam
Niggas talk on me, obscene
Blue strips, paper money on me
Niggas thinkin' they be kickin' with me, you just didn't see

[Outro]
You can't rap
I've seen everything on that motherfuckin' bat
If we had to tell her [?], I could beat you out the last
In this Lamborghini, I feel like I'm fuckin' tabs
Everything look fucked at you, I know you feel just like a cat
All that talk
I'ma pull up on that block, I make that motherfucker run
If that nigga talkin' crazy, I'ma hit them with the stun
Niggas don't know how I'm movin, [?], I hit you with the [?]
I could really get you gone again, I don't need a gun