Foe nem said he wanna see me bout it

Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it

What you finna do, I shoot, I green, I see something easy bout it

I'm not you on fleece , she on her knees, I'm tryna see that talent

Pull up and get whacked, Sincere he from that pack

Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that

Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get whacked

I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at

Say he really with all of the smoke and don't just talk

Well we keep the gas and like a stove, we'll hit his top

Say they moving weight and serving lines, all down the block well we flip the pounds to clean that bread after they stop

Bakery boy, I make new dope, bout like everyday

No, I won't tell you my methods , I won't put you on, boy get out my face

Shawty won't stay off my case enough, she don't get cropped like the weave

I don't do less than a 20, I'm not breaking chains, I think I start sounding like Veeze

Man, I told you not to test your luck

Lil bro, you not tough, I can't stress this all enough

Hawk him down, we finna send him up

Chest pop like he crump, me and twin stay in the cut

Yup, that's what we on

Do not walk up to me talking about you, heard my song

I might do you wrong, smoke you like a bong

I don't like your set, that's why I'm showing you what I'm on

Foe nem, say he wanna see me bout it

Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it

What you finna do, I shoot I green, I see something easy bout it

I'm not you, I'm Fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent

Pull up and get wacked, sincere, he from that pack

Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I show you that

Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get wacked

I don't do that social dissing, pull up, on me, you know where I'm at

This a different commute

He can't talk no more, he on mute

Chopper quick to blow, I'm in the band, I play the flute

Bro forgot this, not on Fortnite land, there's no reboot

And really it wasn't me who killed your man, that's on the juice

I might X him out, not talking Xan, an I'll shoot

I forgot the D right after and, I'm so stup

I don't finish words cause I'm the man who's too cool

Obviously so cool that I don't really think that I need school

Even though I do not know what's at the end of the word stup

I can kill your mans without looking , like no scope

Oh no, I wanted the rhyme end, I mean no scoop

Who knew that I could be the best, not cocky, confident

I'm 11, out of freaking 10, don't know why I'm lying

On the skillet have your brain frying, headshot, perfect timing

Job's a hobby, I'm not clocking in, in the endI'm stocking up

Wait, what the uh, I'm not gonna cuss

Girl you make me lose control, no Russ

Like we playing c.o.d, you should know I pack a punch

So you better huddle up with your squad

With my crew, I'm like scoob, I'm a dog

I won't ever chase the wave, no rod

RF is a child of God

Lord forgive me for all my wrongs

Foe nem said he wanna see me bout it

Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it

What you finna do, i shoot i green, I see some easy bout it

I'm not you, I'm fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent

Pull up and get whacked, RF he from that pack

Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that

Stay right where you at, if you not you gon' get whacked

I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at