[Intro:] Woman

Believe me, there's about to be a problem up in here, so hurry up and you can be gone, cause i don't want you no where around all this confusion that's getting ready to go down, it's going to be bad, it's about to be real bad, it's about to be bad

[Verse 1: Kur ]

Uh, one thing I learned in this game is these rap n***as ain't real at all, be real I don't pillow talk, we was on sharpneck knocking pillows off, we will pull up to your block in a rental dawg, see which one of y'all wanna get involved, put the strap in they mouth like dental floss, it make the hardest mothafuckas turn pillow soft. (ugh)

Okay I been in charge, serve y'all n***as like tennis balls, most of these rappers trying to get a name, they do anything for attention dog, 2 2 3's go through fucking bricks, so imagine what would happen if it hit your car, trying to do a drive by you won't get that far, n***as act like they run it till they shit get parked (ugh)

You ain't know that I been hit hard, none of y'all pussies can see me n***a, for all y'all n***as thats throwing shots, have the same attitude when you see me n***a, 24k in like 4 days i told y'all that shit is too easy n***a, I been sack dead on my first tape, but now everybody starting to believe me n***a

[?] ... Kur you getting that money, I am, you don't gotta ask bitch, I was fucked up but ain't fucked up no more, just walked out of sak's fifth, life is a gamble like Ocean 11 I'm strapped like I'm Brad Pitt, all of you stretched like gymnas-tics

33 shots in his Glock, (ugh) honestly, I did not come here to box, these rappers keep throwing me shots(ugh), hoping that that's gonna get them on top, I hope that they know that it's not(ugh), I hope they know thats gone' get them a box, they turning around on that Glock, they riding' my dick I just wish they would stop, Im at Hibachi's to chef on some whole 'other shit, you trying to throw shrimp in my mouth, my n***as move out, like they ain't pay rent at they house, either you in or you out, fuck it I'm in, [?] again, look at this blood I stepped in, my bitch, she left me, bitches they come and they go, next thing I'm fucking her friend


[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Killer down, n***as packing 40's
Serving white and even snatching jewelry
If you old enough to cross the street
Then you old enough to get clapped shawty
If you on another block, you will get killed and even [?]
We want everything
I need the work, I need the cream
You ain't serving white
Give me all the pints, of the lean
That's a nine n***a, what your back felt
And I swear you a bitch n***a
Yeah I need zero ho
You bitchin' n***a, don't pass out
You might die from like, fear or somethin'
And I know some n***as that'll let you keep your money
All they want is your designer belts
And all my n***as beating cases bitch
Dumping choppers at your face lil bitch
Hit you 40 with extended 40s
Better pray to God if you atheist
And you ain't sucking dick [?]
Every youngin, they be smoking weed
Every old-head they be off the wavelengths
Bitches selling pussy for a little
Just talked to bro and he just made it triple
Cause you boss, think I won't hit you
Lil Uzi, he will fuckin' flip you
And I know a youngin playing with them knives
If I tell him go, he will fuckin' split you
I'mma get you even if I'm with you
Don't trust none, don't fuck none
Of these bitches without a condom
Cause they be hotter, than the sun
They be looser, than the Goose
Got more bodies, than they mind
They sucking dick, if you got a coupe
We ain't from uptown, [?]
I'm Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
We ain't from uptown, [?]
I'm Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
I fuck from the back and I do not do anal
I'm beating the pussy that shit looking mangled
She said "Getting money and you not the same"
If I was the same, then I would be broke
Then she told me "focus" I swear to God that the bitch talkin' the most
She looking at me and said "You a joke"
I grabbed the bitch, pulled down my pants, and told her to choke
All on my dick [?]
All on my dick, Happy Gilmore
It's all in the hips