[Verse 1]
Kick that bitch had to give her back to her babydaddy
I'll prolly see the pen if I don't make it rappin
Niggas call me when they need me cuz I make it happen
You ain't ever outside bro we know you cappin
Yeah them raps sound cool, stick to rappin
Homie I'm a different breed, Smokey far from actin
This shit pumpin through my veins like a IV
Rap niggas gettin checked like a ID
I'm on heads like a hood when it's cold out
If you ain't heard about me I'm the nigga you should know bout
Everytime the MOB show out we bring them poles out
It's gettin real tricky and I know they want my dome now
Hoes round for the clout and it make me sick
Imma get it out her ass, rap don't make me rich
Knocked a square during tax season made it flip
Yeah she tried to act surprised when I played the bitch
I go stupid, dumb, schizo
She a nympho and that's who you kissed on
Bitch I'm in these streets fuck rap fuck a diss song
I'm the teacher and niggas gettin sent home
Niggas tryna test my G's but I'm ten toes
Catch em lackin then it's over, ten fold
If the bitch run 7 I need 10 more
Disrespectful ass nigga you get dissed on
Press lines, and I dare a nigga to cross mines
Leave him sittin at that stop sign
Bitch I need all eyes sold a dream it was all lies
Upped it on em now he cross eyed
Got em lookin foolish
"Who did that?" bitch The Goons did
Roll crew wit these tool kits
Did it for a new fit, couple chains and a new whip
Hot boy I need coolant
[Chorus]
Scareface bitch I'm feelin like I'm Tony
Watch yo bitch bro she on me
Had to beat that bitch ass like I'm Jody
And I gotta duck the jakes cuz they want me
Scareface bitch I'm feelin like I'm Tony
Watch yo bitch bro she on me
Had to beat that bitch ass like I'm Jody
And I gotta duck the jakes cuz they want me
[Verse 2]
Peep this, yeah I catch every sneak diss
Finna let 223's rip
Yeah I need a freak bitch, I need a bitch that run cheese in
In her pockets till her jeans rip
Aye nigga all that, no cap this is all facts
Yanked a bitch by her bra strap
Cheese yeah I hog that
Nigga where the fuck my dawgs at
Packed him out where yo jaws at
Hold on stick shift flip, I'm sliding up with the GoonLand
This shit hit like cocaina and 2 Xans
Two more flips and I'll be up like a few bands
Free the stich lips out of jail cells and blue pants
Blue vans the valley kicks I bossed up
No I ain't an athlete but you get crossed up
He hella mad over that thot fist balled up
Lock up, sike it ain't no fades you get popped up