[Verse 1: Remy Martin]
See I be on some other sh**
Like f** your dead mother sh**
Disrespect ya whole character
Call you by your government
I dont know what these b**hes think
You ugly and ya p**y stink
Ya whole flow is borrowed
Stole everything but the kitchen sink
See you just mad b**h
And you s** mad dick
My sh** is fire I does my own adlib
With no practice
I spits backwards backwards I spits
I practice; no atlas
And n***as should call you frying pan
Your face is like a frying pan
And n***as throw they meat in you
You burn em like a frying pan
I ain't lying man
See yall dont really want it
I got these b**hes Scared To d**h
They Know The Album Coming
Yeap See Slate
This Is Why I Told You
I Can Not Do Mixedtapes
I Just Be Talkin f**in Reckless
Its Crazy
[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
And I Ain't Gotta Force It
My sh** Come Natural
You Dont Want Me On Every Mixtape
As If I Was Papoose
Exposing All Your Skeletons
Straight Getting At you
Tellin Everybody Imma f** You Up
When I Catch You
No What Im Talkin Bout
Im What A Thug About
Tella n***a Im Frontin So The Squad Can s*ut em' Out
My Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out
Then Come Back With Some Different sh**
Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My sh**
Im That b**h And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me
Yall b**hes Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately
Im Talkin Like f**in Last Year Like Last Decade
(Hahahahaha)