[Intro] Yo man, shoutout to Banks, man Absolutely just roasting Jake Paul We had to come through with a track for ya Jake Paul... Lick my balls man gimme them cheeks Gimme your brother's cheeks Gimme your mother's cheeks Fuck it... Here we go
[Chorus] I've been out winning like Banks Sending Jake Paul to a grave Roasting that bitch every day Ain't nobody fucking with Banks [x2]
[Verse 1: Josh A] Young Josh A saying fuck Team 10 Jake Paul's bitch ass getting roasted again Sick of diss tracks but I'm back on the trend Sick of whack raps, that shit has no end I'll be rapping saying, word up to FaZe I'll be going Super Saiyan like Banks Jake about to get the minimum wage I'll be going to the end of my days Got the diamond, then you lost the diamond All because FaZe Banks hit you back like Tyson Had to fake the abuse for the views Faker than your hairline and your shitty crew Cancer for sympathy that was so shitty Ghostwrote his verse and put "England my city" Then lied to Ethan man I was like "Woah" Your fanbase are morons and like 8 years old Let me put it simple for you, bitch I just don't fuck with youuu Heard those bars they were weak hot ass Man swear they smelled like poop FaZe Banks for the win Seein' right through ya Jake Paul, low-rent I don't really fuck with you or your kin Except your Mum, God Damn
[Chorus] I've been out winning like Banks Sending Jake Paul to a grave Roasting that bitch every day Ain't nobody fucking with Banks [x2]
[Verse 2: Jake Hill] Jake Paul, ain't nothing changed Sick of hearing your name, sick of seeing these lames On my news feed, these nuisances Team 10, so useless First things first imma put them in the dirt Yea we did it already But motherfucker's never learn Get burned bitch sit down You and your friends... Pieces of shit when will this ever end Jake Hill, Josh A in the cut once more Erika Costell that cunts a whore No holdin' back yea Imma fuck them up Cause I've had enough of these fucking cucks Imma do it how I did it 2 months ago Took out the trash, now it's back in circulation On the verse I'm Satan with the words I'm sprayin' Imma hit 'em with vengeance, got malicious intentions By the end of the sentence, Imma leave em in trenches Dress em up and rip out the stitches Not personal, it's just business yea One by one, won't leave a witness
[Chorus] I've been out winning like Banks Sending Jake Paul to a grave Roasting that bitch every day Ain't nobody fucking with Banks [x2]
[Outro] *Kid's screaming about Jake Paul*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
