Im yelling f*ck NBA youngboy, you heard what I said/
Pistol whip that Lil b*tch put another dent in his head/
This ain't no diss record, its the truth that boy is goofy/
One day he straight thugging, the next he wearing a kufi/
Pick a side lil homie you confusing your fans/
And When you rap, whats all that weird sh*t you do with ya hands/
Is you throwing up gang signs because you repping a set/
Or are you disabled and have some rare unknown form of tourettes/
You been wack since you first dropped songs tryna be edgy/
You heart dont pump blood, that sh*t pumping confetti/
Yous are lame and you emotional steady popping them pills/
Cuz the money slowed up cant pay your property bills/
Aint nobody checking for you cuz they know you the fakest/
Remember that time I ran down on you out in las vegas/
I Had you sh*tting bricks bout to dig in ya pockets/
But lucky for you the hotel security was able to stop it/
Then your b*tch a$$ left the city booked a flight later on/
Had you scared for ya life for putting my name in that song/
We ain't beefing over b*tches or the fame or some clout/
Don't make me tell the whole world what this really about/
Just keep my name out ya mouth ,so I won't have to expose you/
Cuz going back and forth online is what them hoes do
I told you, but I guess its time for me to show you/
This is what happens when you play someone you close to/
ima stay ten toes down like a real one supposed to/
Them little tight a$$ shirts you wearing, im putting holes through/
Got me going super saiyan its like im goku/
promise im alot more dangerous than who you sold your soul to/
I Said listen little boy you stepping to a shooter/
Don't make me mention Alice, kodi or kentrell jr./
Don't forget the other names, best keep'em in ya memory/
And next time you see me I hope you got this same energy/
Naw, I aint done ima finish'em round one/
Tell the world who it is you stole ya whole style from/
These are the facts, you aint scaring nobody, your weak and frail/
Heard that call with you crying to come home after a week in jail/
Talking bout you suic*dal and ready to call it quits/
It's safe to say you dont gotta wonder why they all called you b*tch/
Throwing rocks then hide your hand every time that you missed/
And after this i bet yo punk a$$ jump back on the d*ck/
I pull up to where you at brought a mac and a switch/
Tell shorty fall back, you dont wanna put jazlyn in the mix/
Matter of fact, I got someone for her, she a bad little b*tch/
Met her in 05' she used to help wit unpacking the bricks/
she gon do what i say when I say it and thats it/
Get ya whole family put in a box that'll never be open again/
Game over!, now you really can't be broke again/
