[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
I be off in that Murder
I be off in that Kill
I be off in that Slaughter
My n***as know I'm for real
Still rapping like I never had a deal
I be off in that vaccum seal with Y'all n***as bitches
Jack and Jill, Finna beef
Giving n***as whole value meals
Riding 'round with a bad bitch, she like me, she never had shit
We spend loot and get cash quick
She only normal, a tad bit
Super bad, like an actress
I'm Brad Pitt, with a black tip
Rip a n***a easy, like fabric
With a bad bitch, when her ass thick
I keep it brackin'
My pants saggin'
You n***as slackin'
I'm on ya, rapping
I murder n***as with the semi and the Mac-10
[?] with a napkin
N***as talking 'bout beef, But, who has It?
I made a living off this muthafucking rap shit
I got cash quick, and drop classics
If you ain't dropped an album, then suck a fat dick
I'm that n***a, you with that bitch
I'm in a gang, But, you with the wack clique
You open up for bigger n***as and you pay for features
What's that shit?
A local n***a to a global n***a
Underground like a casket
You actin' like you on with social media..
Catfish!
[Hook: King-ISO]:
You n***as Liars
You lie about your fame
You lie about your name
Exposing out your flame, but you on fire
I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game
Like you 'bout it, but you ain't
You n***as ain't workin'
You safe with this (You safe with this!)
You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!)
These hoes believe you (These hoes believe you!)
Y'all crazy, bitches (Y'all crazy bitches!)
Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this shit?
Y'all ain't catching cases
Y'all ain't gangsta n***as

[Verse 2: King-ISO]:
Hold up, You ain't swinging work, got bigger cash?
What you make from work?
You ballin' out, but can't change a shirt
You're a yee n***a, you don't bang the turf
When the stainless squirt, It'll stain your shirt
When yo bitch cook, then you make dessert
Suck a sick dick, I'mma bang a nurse
You mainstream, well go bang a skirt
I got yellow ice, and I'm smoking blue
Like I'm slayin' a smurf, and I'm drinking purp
I was born a nut, Like I dropped out
With a hard dick and I came at birth
Y'all plain as thirst
Stop bitching on that internet and go lay a verse
Y'all spendin' while I'm stacking
'Til my bank look like my date of birth
Y'all n***as need Beats, you ain't get shit 'till you pay me first
Y'all say that I'm weak, but when I drop a song, You gon' play it first
Shoutout to my Dead Gang, talking about the real Dead Gang
Not dick riders like the X-Games, just to get fame
Where you head bang
But I don't give two fucks about you fake n***as no more
While you bangin' on your Wi-fi, I'm 'bout to go on tour
Shoutout all my five n***as, Shoutout all my six n***as
Eses and my Juggalos, Y'all know what it is, n***as
[Hook: King-ISO]:
You n***as Liars
You lie about your fame
You lie about your name
Exposing out your flame, but you on fire
I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game
Like you 'bout it, but you ain't
You n***as ain't workin'
You safe with this (You safe with this!)
You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!)
These hoes believe you, Y'all crazy, bitches (Y'all crazy bitches!)
Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this shit?
Y'all ain't catching cases
Y'all ain't gangsta n***as