Fuk’ Dat sh*t (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: CAIDAN]
I’m so sick of this sh*t, I’m boutta quit
Everyone say I don’t know how to spit
You ain’t gonna feel the back of my wrist
You gon' feel the end of my fist
I’m harder than some 50 cents

[Verse: CAIDAN]
Everyone say I’m hesitant
I woke up and chose violence
None of y’all liked my content
Sayin' this now, "better start packin’" (Yeah)
You a peasant in the battle, I’ma king (Oh)
Here’s a present that’ll ruin your self-esteem (Oh)
I’m well-meant but ill with my theme (Yeah)
It’s my intent to be unbreakable to the extreme
I got a new flow so I can rap better (Uh-huh)
You sold your soul so you can rap crapper (Haha)
Never talked about you behind your back (Loser)
Now who the f*ck you think is getting clapped on the track (Me?)
It definitely isn’t me (oh), I ain’t getting flamed
Or smoked, just for some fame (Yeah)
I ain’t gonna choke when I say
f*ck these games, you bloke (oh)
You just like *redacted* (oh), a pus*y
Thinking you can just go and push me
Around town so quiet down (hahaha)
My shots have been fired, countdown
5,4,3,2,1, heard your diss and knew I already won
I’ll pull up in a hearse in a bit
Then I’ll curse and I’ll p*ss (oh)
Steal a purse and a kiss (oh)
I write the verses I spit (oh)
[Outro: CAIDAN, Young Zee]
Yo, Fuk’ Dat sh*t!