Young boy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' him Tell the b***h, man, they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' b***h when that n***a ain't die about your cousin or him? Cuardo got no filter, and he say that they gon' f*** with him Clean up on I.O., he ain't let that b***h blow My brother let that b***h blow, he know that's my smoke He call me a b***h, that's India, that be your b***h Posted with that b***h like Indians, they want my soul Posted by that b***h, I got like 30 million, my mind gone And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone I'm barfin' whiskey, turnt up with some groupies while at my home Why he drop that wack b***h song? B***h, you shoulda known My daddy said me leave it on, but I'm like, man Used to f*** with Gucci till I seen, he like the b***h Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid make me bust a b***h They know I'm on House Arrest, so they feel like they official Kid, you did not take your whistle, girl, I know I don't like you Feds wanna lock a b***h up, cause he talk baby messages Don't burn my baby momma up, she richer than your b***h Every b***h get a feature with your slime mouth to get him Set him up, then point a b***h, Feds go, Rumble Now I keep that b***h, you can act like that you don't know Baby with him, 4 PF, 4 poles, fine Want me for the dot, tell that b***h, cross that line I ain't got no f***ing mind, tell him free-bye-bye That's my Eva twin, y'all can bounce on his tippy toes He get drug tested, but still on prescription pain, man I be chumped up with my baby mommas, I ain't got no f***ing friends He got a Rolls-Royce McLaren, he got a Maybach and Range Rover He got Bentley GT, red ice, black coated Slidin' in a Tesla, and he got that yeah on him Listen to me, mad about his dad I'm a real b***h, ain't no skimmin' back I get free, they know why I'm mad, I'm supposed to cross that track Star don't wanna draw my sign off, know somebody might get whacked Bought the check, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thick Where you at? Yo, security, they get busted too I don't give no f*** about this rap, I bust that truth Yo, daddy hit the feds, f*** that, he'll f*** too Tell him, sit on side your cousin mama, why that f***in' creep too? And that lil' b***h, he say, farewell, huh? I say, hell to the tail slime Tell him, kill young boy, or that a** gon' f***in' fail, huh? Let me check my mail file, 15 mil' just for the sign Stuck him in his f***in' face, I left him with my Nike sign Now I'm big slime, win, lose, no drop Them bars know I'm bout mine Don't know nothing but slang, I ain't respondin' no more I just wanna make the b***h go, he way from the go You know why I stay, don't let me find you home They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm out Hear that b***h's sound, that's the daughter tone Feel like boots don't even like me, f***, don't call my phone Tell her, apple, I said, f*** him, they promote his song They be hatin' on Tim and Kwando, they act like they wrong YouTube streamers, they be f***in' right, no react, no more You f*** with them, don't f*** with me, and that's just how they go When I release this pill, drop, they be period Chinese kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks Mama told me, father, take my realin', and I said no Sam Snyder always think I'm trippin' cause I'm real slow Hold on, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't even rappin', Jason I'm, I'm, I'm really just, I'm really just let the f***in' know I f***ed him, hear him and he f***in' act like they scared to die Young boys been thuggin', I been slimed, I ain't scared to die I don't f*** with CeCe, but my oldest brother I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him I be on repeat, wait on them, just try to trip The whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him Yeah, it's f***in' on side 3D dog, we f***in' to the face, how you wanna do it? Yeah, I already know what I say, f***in' gon' die today F***in' to the face, you hear me? F***in' ain't need, they lay down like young boy I guarantee you can't say not one thing, young boy did it These b****es be hatin' me, you hear me? I ain't trippin', these b****es, these b****es ain't gon' catch it You hear me? They gon' catch it, they gon' catch it I ain't got the door, y'all don't believe that, you hear me? This is slime, you hear me? Big fat, you hear me? We gon' make it for life, how you wanna do it, f***? Yeah, long, believe that Young boy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' him Tell the b****es, man, they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' when nothing ain't die about your cousin him? Cousin don't got no filter, and he say that they gon' f*** with him