[Intro]
Yo
Some of y'all n***as on this website really getting out of line, B
You work quick, I work quick too, n***a
Only difference is, my shit not trash
Stupid

[Verse]
Gordon Ramsay with the knife work
This n***a thinkin' he cookin' me?
You fucked up, now your luck's up
'Bouta put fif' up to Booker T
This n***a crazy
So sad, this bitch n***a tried pushin' me
I stopped "Grindin' "
Now it's all Clipse, and I let it "Blocka" like Pusha T
Bitch boi, you got baby lungs, you really don't want no smoke
Stuck your neck at the wrong n***a
Now you'll leave with no throat, bitch
What the fuck you been smokin'? Stupid
Lil' man you like 90 pounds
Don't get your ribs broken, stupid
Your "loft" gets sprayed up with 90 rounds
One flow that's straight trash, be honored I'm blessing you now
You killed yourself
I'll bring the "Smith" and then scatter his body like "Seven Pounds"
You bitch n***a, your heart goin' a cappella when your chest hit
You the son that I don't want
You Will Smith on the Fresh Prince
You soft ass, lost ass, gettin' yo jaw cracked off ass n***a
I'll lift 8 or a switch blade and get his face all misplaced n***a
You trash bag, your shit ass, it'd sound better with the mic off
You'll go from making your videos, to getting beat on a fight comp
"I got straps like the Taliban", Poudii best run like a cheetah
You teamed up with a Hot Topic employee and Mia Khalifa
I Love Fridays, but those lames? I'll use them bitches as arm rests
This ain't with Tai, this "One on One"
And I'll light your head up like Arnaz
That Toronto n***a stole from me, bitch
Fact check your stories mane
Now your roof gettin' taken off, now you lookin' like Tory Lanez
Big gun with a wide nose, the shotty lookin' like Tory Lanez
A punch put a gap in your mouth
You wearin' the old look of Tory Lanez
Pray for Poudii this pussy poppin' off proudly
I'm prolly gon' pop in
And Pulverize him and Poltergeist him
And pull his shit out of his pockets
Put the piece where his heart pump
The "pound will pow his shit posthaste"
You'll be portraying a mummy
'Cause it's a wrap for you right on this postdate
You popular but you pompous
And poorly poised when you postin'
I point proper, play possum or it's *pop pop* at yo poses
Yo posse punani, I'm provin' I'm polarizing when I'm pullin' up polished
You purchasin' chains, say peace to your precious
I'm takin them, slaves are abolished
I'll pound this powerpuff purple (mmm)
I don't care what the rest think
You talkin' all of this money (mmm)
But still look like your dreads stink
You really think you an animal (ugh)
Face the fact that bitch you not beast
Talkin' 'bout me and the Fargo n***a
Bitch you wanna be Jacquees
You really talentless n***a, why don't you fuckin' face it?
This mark gon leave with more marks than punctuation
Your stupid ass done caused a chemical reaction
You gon be breathin' worse than Tai before this even happened
(No offense Tai, you my n***a)
I'll catch you where your guys at
And put metal to your body since you look like Cyrax
You shoulda never opened your mouth, bitch
This n***a's dead
With that nose you look like Squidward's house with dreads
You shmell me?
You boutta drown tryna box with Poseidon
The day you beat me, Spongebob will keep his license
Give it up, there's no way that y'all think this n***a's tough
I'll beat this n***a till his body swells up like Mrs. Puff
I want the smoke, I was born ready
You look like Great Value Quavo with a nose like Nigel Thornberry
T-Bo from iCarly, just cop a plea
I pulled your card and you got a face like Pot of Greed
Lame and you borin', I'll let it rain till it's pourin'
You really do look like you host "Sway In The Morning"
You garbage, all the reactors here seein' your demise
He bleedin' from his wrists, I gave him more than "13 Reasons Why"