Grrah, it's a lot of these bitches who diss way way more than me

And they still wasn't shakin' with niggas

They on my d**k 'cause I'm different, I like that (like that)

You could tell I be breakin' up bitches

I do this s**t 'cause the love for my brothers

You could tell I'm the realest, that's word to my mother (word to my mother)

Like, niggas drid 'cause we road to the riches

I won't sell my soul, I can't give up my brothers

Like, stop jackin', I ran on the bros

Got it on every trip, if you know, then, you know

Niggas done ran on they dead

But they stay on my d**k 'cause I got all my bros

Jenn, Jenn, Jenn

Jenn-Jenn

Jenn-Jenn

The fuck?

And this n***a keep moanin' my name up on live (live, like)

Huh, I think that he DL, like

Wasn't you just getting shiggy to deuce?

Yep, I remember the details (details)

Niggas ain't puttin' no pain and it shows

I can't use none of my brothers to spice up my clothes (up my clothes, like)

Like, together, we aim for the top

I won't ever be happy 'til gang is on froze (gang is on froze)

And they mad 'cause we really got talent

Bitch, I been lit since I mentioned, Thee Stallion

Can't compete, it won't ever be balanced

These niggas rap like they mentally challenged

This not a race, it's a different commute (glah, glah boom)

When I walk in the place, all I hear is the "Deuce", like (like, damn)

Jenn, Jenn, Jenn

Jenn-Jenn

Jenn-Jenn-Jenn

Grrah

Jenn, Jenn? Oh, I get it (Oh, I get it)

Dudes on my dick, now, you wanna include

Sip-Sip Wock', no I cannot improve

I'm done beefin' with kids that ain't graduate school (that ain't graduate school)

Suck-Suck dick, I don't mean to be rude (Mean to be--)

Graah, I'm really tough with it, b***h

Said the love that I got from my brothers is vicious

And the bitches start shakin' they hips to this rhythm (like, damn)

Too-Too tact', I cannot slip (I cannot slip, like)

Like and they mention my name 'cause I'm lit

It's a couple of niggas, they b***h on my d**k

I don't pay 'em no mind, I be off of the Tris (Off of the Tris)

Okay, I'm sorry

Like, I'm too quick, I see red in a heartbeat (red in a heartbeat)

Niggas drid 'cause I'm hot like wasabi (Hot like wasabi)

That n***a dropped and got put in my Marley (Marley)

O-Okay, I'm sorry

Like, I'm too quick, I see red in a heartbeat (red in a heartbeat)

Niggas drid 'cause I'm hot like wasabi (Hot like wasabi)

That n***a dropped and got put in my Marley

Grrah, it's a lot of these bitches who diss way way more than me (glah)

And they still wasn't shakin' with niggas

They on my d**k 'cause I'm different, I'm like that (I'm like that)

You could tell I be breakin' up bitches

I do this s**t 'cause the love for my brothers

You could tell I'm the realest, that's word to my mother

Like, niggas drid 'cause we road to the riches (grrah, grrah)

I won't sell my soul, I can't give up my brothers