Pump faking bitch, you a wannabe
RvR gang bitch, that's who you tryna be
Yeah, I ain't feelin' what you sayin', niggas, shut yo' beak
Yeah, all that talkin' on that net, but your shit ain't peak
Yeah, oh yeah, I cut my dreads, but I'm still feelin' the same
Yeah, I'm the realest nigga, yeah, you is just a lame
Huh, I be chasing racks, you just focused on the fame
Huh, shordy on the line, yeah, she keep callin' my name
I guess she tryna top me (bitch you cannot top me)
Yeah, she tryna top me (I think she tryna top me)
Yeah, you cannot top me (bitch you cannot top me)
Yeah, you cannot top me (yeah you cannot top me
Got this AR and it's aiming for your brain
You ain't got no SRT, stop with the claim
Bitch, I'm in this beamer with my dawgs, switching lanes
I juh broke up back, bitch, I feel like f*cking Bane
Yeah, yeah, I said, chill out boy (yeah, you better chill out)
Yeah, yeah, I said, chill out boy (yeah, you better chill out)
Yeah, yeah, I said, chill out boy (yeah, you better chill out)
Yeah, yeah, I said, chill out boy (yeah, you better chill out)