[Intro: Sir Rome]
Oh, oh sh*t
I think we got a problem
I don't think they noticed yet
Sir Rome
[Verse 1: Sir Rome]
Oh sh*t, n*gga get off my di*k
I’m tired of pus*y n*ggas that always talk sh*t
They really doing this just to catch a flick
If you try to test me, you gon end in a pit
Me and Random X, yeah we really lit
Wanna keep talking sh*t, we can really fade it
Like please be quiet 'fore you get your wig split
You gon break like a twig, cry like a b*tch
Yeah you gon cry like a b*tch when you step to this
n*ggas keep talking that sh*t, but won't mess with this
You steady chasing di*k, so b*tch catch this p*ss
I’m not R Kelly, her belly soft like jelly
They really think it's sweet, to talk sh*t on a beat
I'm getting ready to skeet, so b*tch catch this meat
They can't compare, b*tch beware
Sir Rome is here don't, don't stare
[Chorus: Sir Rome]
Oh sh*t, yeah they talking that sh*t
(Won't say that sh*t to my face b*tch)
Oh sh*t, yeah they talking that sh*t
(Won't say that sh*t to my face b*tch)
[Verse 2: Young EZ]
Oh sh*t, that’s what she said
f*ck around with me and you’ll end up dead
All you n*ggas hate, I'm counting my bread
Take her on a date, Then she gon give me head
I don’t beef that's distracting, You n*ggas lacking
Time to get to subtracting, Now I'm adding
I'm never slacking, Saint always packin’
Bread I'm stacking, You type in captions
I'm about the action, I'm a born sinner
Eat yo' b*tch for dinner, Young EZ is a winner
Thrasher on my shirt, I don't smoke purp
Shoutout Smokepurpp, All you goofies lurk
She give me that Rihanna work
Designer T-Shirt, Yeah this Gucci
I want some Louis
Dissing E?, Who me?
You see, TV, Soon G
[Chorus: Sir Rome]
Oh sh*t, yeah they talking that sh*t
(Won't say that sh*t to my face b*tch)
Oh sh*t, yeah they talking that sh*t
(Won't say that sh*t to my face b*tch)
Oh sh*t, yeah they talking that sh*t
(Won't say that sh*t to my face b*tch)
[Outro: Young EZ]
Yeah stop talking that sh*t
EZ