STARE DOWN THE SCOPE! lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, what? (Brr)
Yuh, yuh (Bah)
(What?) ISSBROKIE in this b*tch (Yuh, ISSBROKIE)
(Buck, should I get it?)
(Yuh) it's another day of bein' the f*ckin' goat (Yuh), haha (Yuh)
Yuh, yuh (Everyday, bro, it's a struggle)

[Verse 1]
No, I cannot f*ck wit' a rapper on my di*k (Okay)
I'ma pull up on yo' block wit' a model on my stick (Brr)
And I be mowin' down a opper, he fall and he die quick (Yuh)
I might f*ck around and murder somebody you might miss (What?)
You be all up in yo' feelings, why you cryin' like a b*tch? (Yuh)
In the whip and I be peelin' off after I hit a lick (Okay)
Then I cop a little Sprite and some codeine, I might mix
I just heard your new song, that sh*t was a light six (Sike)
That boy gon' constantly miss, I been up wit' my dollars since I was a jit (Yuh)
Little ho, I been spazzin' on beats (Yuh) ever since all my homies turned out to be fake, and that's it (Yuh)
So, I'm askin' you, why is you beefin', lil' b*tch? (Yuh)
Why you lookin' for someone to beef with (Yuh), lil' b*tch? (What?)
You a little whitе rapper who straight out the suburbs
I know that yo' ass don't be sleepin' thеse kids

[Bridge]
Now it's me and yo' b*tch, I'ma skeet then I dip for a little (Yeah)
I'm eatin' these beats like I'm feastin' some Skittles (Okay)
Lil' b*tch, now I tweak for a beat, I can diddle (Yeah)
I'm geekin' and switchin' these three's like I dribble
I-I-I look like Obama when I mob all these cripples
I'm f*ckin' yo' mom, got her suck on my nipples (What?)
Lil' b*tch, I'm a God and yo' ass lookin' brittle (Yuh)
Yo' homies fell off (Yeah) and they lookin' like NIBXL (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
They-they-they here, then they go, I don't hear anymo' (Yeah)
Off the lyrics they wrote, they in fear of a ho (Okay)
Who be here with the flows? ISSBROKIE, the G.O.A.T
You a queer, you a joke, I'm the dearest with hoes (Yuh)
I might smack her like EGOVERT (Yuh)
f*ck these trap metal kids, they all eat my dirt (What?)
Why this fag in my DMs? They tweakin', FR (Yuh)
You got charged for a feat, now yo' ego hurt (Yeah)
T-that boy said I was trappin', now his homies be beggin' to differ (Yeah)
They all on my di*k and they think that I'm sicker than any these rappers
While take 'em a picture
They know I'm that certified stank face giver
ISSBROKIE, all of yo' homies know me (Yeah)
Say you want beef but won't f*ck 'round (Yeah) and show me (What?)
Blow me, all of yo' cronies lonely
All of these rappers be lookin' like Tomie the way they all f*ckin' two-faced

[Outro]
Ayy, Jen, slow this f*ckin' beat down, y'all
B-b-b*tch, creep (Yeah) through yo' city, I feel like I'm Jeff the Killer
Rappers might want beef, they only be rappin' filler (Yeah)
Pull down yo' block, now I feel (What?) Like a caterpillar
I sip the Jack, and that sh*t goin' down my liver (What?)
Yo' b*tch be c*mmin' from all of this mouth I give her (What?)
I keep a tool on my waist (Okay) like I'm Bob the Builder (What?)
I met yo' b*tch in the blocks, now she down the river (Okay)
Said he gon' kill me, but won't pull the f*ckin' trigger
He a ho
Lil' b*tch, I been only worried 'bout my dough (Yuh)
I might f*ck on yo' b*tch and dip 'cause I'm on coke
And shout-out to KARMA (Yuh), you know they (Yuh) the bros (Yuh)
That lil' b*tch boy want beef, now I'm up on his road (Yuh)
Rappers wantin' a feat, made that boy pay a toll (Yuh)
Why all these rappers think they rich (Yuh) when they broke? (Yuh-yuh)
Give that boy a shiver when he stare down the scope (Yuh), huh, oh