You try to flip mad rhyme's
And your trying to make your self sound ill
You couldn't flip shit on the tumbling team
I'm sick of your flow, and your weak ass dro

If you think you can beat me
Come on dog be for real you going against steel
You keep on playing I'm a have
To drill you in the dirt you wanna beef with me and Lil Ceezy

I'm rockin da Gucci fit head to toe
I even got the gucci rubber in my doe
'Cause I stay in your hoe

Running you over wit the Honda Accord
Then I'm a choke wit my cable cord
I bet my bottom dolla
I'll make your mom's holla

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