[Intro]
"I'll whoop yo' ass! Your girlfriend looks like my mom."
[Verse 1: Mecca]
Eat a n*gga like it's breakfast
Beat a pus*y n*gga senseless
You out here driving reckless
Knock ya teeth out like the dentist
Yo b*tch a plate cleaner but I ain't a f*ckin' sexist
You think yo' ass is smart? Then n*gga where yo nexus
b*tch get out my mentions
Read them like the Bible, my flow was sent from heaven
n*gga, who you think you testin'?
This ain't a f*cking classroom, but still gon' teach you lesson
Cause you got guns in your pics, don't mean that you are dangerous
Just means you got a weapon
Just means you tote a Smith n'
Just means you got ambition
To end up with morticians
Something, something, something
"Hey, that's beautiful man"
Hope you got a funeral plan
Your funeral planned
What you finna do wit ya mans
When my...
Haha, I'll stop right there
[Verse 2: Mecca]
If my name end up in a verse
You'll end up dead in a hearse
If you throw around names
You'll turn up drowned in a lake
With nobody to say
No one to back up your claims
Your self-proclaimed gangsta
It just doesnt fit you
Young boy got a issue?
I blow like a tissue
12 Gauge finna hit you
Your family finna miss you
My passport is legal, but still got my ice
I'm fly like an eagle, I'm reaching new heights
I'm a bird of prey
Running Sixers like Bradman, on the 3rd of May
Pull up to Steak Town, and order a Philly steak
Grow up n*gga
Drop my address, but don't show up, n*gga
Like the Taliban, I done blown up, n*gga
Hole in his chest, he a doughnut, n*gga
(Yeah, yeah)
[Interlude 1]
Haha-ha, he said "hole in his chest like a doughnut"
That's corny as sh*t, man
Look at you, look at your hairline, n*gga
You're so f*ckin' ugly. Wit yo dollarstore looking headass
I just wanna slap the sh*t out you, dawg
No cap
"That's on my mama"
[To Be Continued]
Produced: kloudbeats
Co-Produced: Mecca
Written: Mecca