Oh no

[Intro]
That's the irony of it
Like I wanted no intro, but this really about to be the intro
'Alright'
So this about to be lit
'Drop that shit'
Yeah

[Verse]
Thought I'd just murder this
Like a mad burglar holding some hostages real insubordinate
My stomach hurting from birthing niggas verses
Shitting on their versions
Remixes have niggas praying like in churches
Head in hands like they is hurtin'
Oh no, oh no
Niggas hand out soft shit just like it's Jergens
And they hand their shit out in fucking purses
Is it niggas or bitches?
I can't tell the difference 'cause niggas is bitches
These niggas my sons 'cause they rap like some children
They act like some actors, they should stick to rapping
Turn they hood to movies now it's lights, camera, action
21 scenes make the whole movie savage
Y'all niggas average, I'm not average my nigga
Call me master or mister since y'all niggas rats
My sniper bullets feeling just like a splinter, right down your back, sharp as a tack, when I attack just like I am a ninja
I spit that heat, you spit that cold like December
Your verses are freeze like the watch on my wrist in the midst of the winter
Talk to me wrong and I'll fuck up your dental
Or if not that then you will get beheaded
Aye
Fuck what you've heard, man I know you're not deaf
I just don't fuck with the snakes Imma skin 'em to death
I know that I'm good, but I think you heard different
No pun intended
Fuck all these kids and their feelings
They be all up in my shit like it is intimate
You are so limited
My flow is just endless, aye
Just like Frank Ocean right before September