Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up

Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up

Hold up, shit, hold up, ayyYeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go)

Beat your ass down ′cause I got time, lil' bitch (Bitch)

They don′t like my sound 'cause in your mind it don't make sense

Do you get this feeling because I know this shit intense (Yeah)

Don′t got no friends, but I need a place to fit

Don′t face the real 'cause I can see straight through your lens

Can′t match my energy, I swear it make you shit yourself

I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke, inhale

Pussy tried to fight me but you won′t prevail

You said you don't like me, but I′ll check you just like Nike, uh

My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh

Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh

Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

All of you can suck my dick

One, two, three bitches on me

All of them have sucked my dick

I got on a plain white tee

I wish that it had your pic on it, that would fill me with glee

That would make me so happy

H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P

All of my niggas are gettin′ paid with me

Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen

Racks in the pockets of my jeans

Q, R, S, nigga, T, U, V

I put a Quaalude in codeine

W, X, bitch, Y and Z

Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green

You said you don′t like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh

My niggas not fighting, but they′ll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh

Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh

Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

Scorn, scorn, scorn

Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn

Scorn, scorn, scorn

Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn

Yeah, ayy

I just descend into madness, uh

Count all this money, forget all the sadness (Yeah)

I got a bitch and I′m breakin' her back

Smokin′ my dick like an motherfuckin' addict (Haha)

I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is

Skeet in her eye, eye, aye-aye captain

Fuckin′ with me, put a hole in your chest

Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz

And I′m tryna get this money, but I know it's all the same

All these niggas play like Able, but they know they really Cane (Ew)

You ai- You ain′t got no flavor, bitch, you taste like Raising Cane's

If your mental stable, then I know that you ain′t gang

Know that you ain't gang

Know that- know that you ain′t gang

Know that you ain't gang

You said you don't like me, but I′ll check you just like Nike, uh

My niggas not fighting, but they′ll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh

Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh

Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh