[ Featuring Sid... ]
Now we're even
We ain't got no time for you loose pussy hoes
Poppin' shit for now until this dick down your throat
Solid as we sound, we forever ten toes
We the ones around this way your pussy ass shoulda known
While I got your attention, I gotta mention
I'm in a different dimension, they dissing me for attention
This clip don't need no extension
Precision, I'm never lacking, I'm back and
I make them nervous, they gimmicks been getting old
And they windows closing it's curtains
What's the purpose of a Verzuz
Nigga's verses ain't conversed about
Got it off the muscle while you struggle trying to purchase
Clout, I heard about the whispers and the rumors
And the half truths, these niggas trap
Ain't nothing like they practice in the rap booth
Man be the f*ck for real
I'm the truth, baby
I still can't be stopped
It's clear as Absolut that they career on the rocks
On business, bitch, my feet planted
Ain't common to see me panic
My second home a freak panties
Hoes see me and flock
They swore a nigga wasted his greatness
I missed that memo
You can't see me, but you can feel me like when the wind blow
You can't compete where you can't compare
It's really that simple
Since no one let them know
Sid St. Patrick, I've been him, hoe
Should've been Ghost, and I put that shit on
Yeah, nigga
Faded, flossy
Ain't bout that fetty hoe, don't call me
R.I.P. Ant, Ace, L.A., Yodoe, and Swang
And you know that HearseRollerz the gang
Zay the Drake to my Wayne
Sosa say I'm his Ye
RVR Foxy in 96 when she came in with Jay
Perk the air to the throne, and bitches scared of D Rose
Can't see The Muse in her zone
Zoning out, they hit my phone about the zip numbers
The one that make your bitch wonder
Just hold it
Ain't no hope for a local nigga, not this summer
I carry gold, my wrist butter
This it, brother
You leave around me, we'll see if your bitch love you
So shut the f*ck up when it's our time to speak
Cause money talkin, test a nigga gangster
I can promise you a comfy coffin his bitch
Your bitch would love to take the undies off us
Come into our world, see how we live this life, and f*ck us often
What's a boss in seven words
A nigga who gon' get it done
Cover costs, I let it burn
I spend it if they spinnin' something
Big as Pun, fresh as Dougie
Let the money speak instead
Ain't got too much to say
It ain't a play, then I'ma leave on read
We ain't got no time for you loose pussy hoes
Popping shit for now, till this dick down your throat
Solid as we sound
We forever ten toes
We them ones around this way, your pussy ass should've known
How could a clone ever think they belong in this conversation
I'm calling for confrontation
No talking, I'm not debating
I'm sorry we left you waiting
We taking over this shit a wrap
I hear you niggas talking about balling
We really living that
You see how I'm shaking
You don't want me to get mad
I'll tear this bitch up
I will
I'll tear this bitch up
From the cooter to the rooter
Don't f*ck with me
