WWF

[Intro]
(Good lookin', Ro')
Cuz they ain't-- they don't listen to Detroit music so the battle world gon' be like "What is this nigga talking 'bout?" but that's exactly what I want them to do, I want everybody to say "it's trash" and all of that. That's what I want everybody to do cuz I don't give a fuck! I just want you to listen to it! (Nigga! I just be playing around with this shit like ayy, ayy...)

[Refrain]
I ain't never had no fucking problems with no motherfuckin' battle rappers
Not no real problems
Not some shit I couldn't solve with one motherfuckin'...
I ain't never had no fucking problems with no motherfuckin' battle rappers
Not no real...
Not some shit I couldn't solve with one motherfuckin' call

[Chorus]
Man, I used to do this shit for fun
Until thеy start giving away checks like we'rе the World Wrestling Federation
How the fuck I just run up a hun?
And all I did was walk in the arenas and talk my shit with no hesitation
Don't cry to me say you get booked for crumbs
In my era, Smack called like "Fly to me if you want a buzz"
What I did? Hit that road, a nigga getting crushed
New York was on that sour till they smelled them cookie blunts

[Verse One]
Had John John on the road with some hoes and eight bows, he ain't even know
Got flicked in Carolina, he ain't fold so they let us go
Told Tay Roc and Brizz y'all think we hoes? Nigga, let us know
Could have came off the hip but why kill a nigga when I know the nigga wouldn't kill a nigga?
These niggas rap for their life
How I'ma beef with a nigga that got yapped for his ice?
They threw his shit in the trash, he bought a new one at night
That nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I land in Jersey cuz they got the Xans and the opioids
You think I'm here to fuck with Suge?
Yeah, I might call Surf
Fuck with the niggas still in the streets putting in hard work
A million views up and still that nigga you call first
A million views up, I'm still putting in y'all work
Put my niggas in positions better than the yard work
They thinking I ain't got ammunition but I just ain't hit the red button
Smack ain't said nothing
Caffeine got me up early, nigga I'm head hunting
Do that shit in Holyoke, Bishop got some meds for me
I just gave Verb the Holy Ghost, Hitman gon' call the feds on me
Take the champion belt to the cemetery, celebrate my dead niggas

[Chorus]
Man, I used to do this shit for fun
Till they start giving away checks like we're the World Wrestling Federation
How the fuck I just run up a hun?
All I did was walk in the arenas and talk my shit with no hesitation
Don't cry to me say you get booked for crumbs
In my era, Smack called like "Fly to me if you want a buzz"
What I did? Hit that road, niggas getting touched
St. Louis, winter time, I think pops was minked up

[Verse Two]
Every battle I ever had, we at the after party I'm like drink up
Smack ain't even pay me, I done spent a 10 hut
Don't do battle rap bitches but Phara had to get fucked
Jaz the Rapper, that's my baby, we in imaginary love
They're really trying to pay me to battle imaginary thugs
Told Beas' I be on tequila, I don't fuck with Rum
40 G's if they want the Geechi, 60 I'll rematch with Lux
Or I can break bread with Qleen Paper, y'all can match 'em up
I came to niggas hometowns so they mad as fuck
Can't nobody put you on nigga, when your cabbage up
Can't nobody see what you see when you got tinted buffs
The future built for me, let's see where I'm gon' end up
Crack him over the head for a 30 and put a 10 up
I know niggas starving in the hood, their ribs really touching
Your life go for a bargain in the hood, they ain't charge me nothing
And catch a nigga lacking in the field then it's sorry for him

[Refrain]
I ain't never had no fucking problems with no motherfuckin' battle rappers
Not no real problems
Not some shit I couldn't solve with one motherfuckin'...
I ain't never had no fucking problems with no motherfuckin' battle rappers
Not no real...
Not some shit I couldn't solve with one motherfuckin' call

[Chorus]
Man I used to do this shit for fun
Till they start giving away checks like we're the World Wrestling Federation
How the fuck I just run up a hun?
All I did was walk in the arenas and talk my shit with no hesitation
Don't cry to me say you got booked for crumbs
In my era, Smack called like "Fly to me if you want a buzz"
What I did? Hit that road, niggas gettin' touched
New York still on that sour, I done bought the pink runtz