Intro: Ha, no one thought I was gonna drop another one the next Day Don't believe me if you want to but I am (You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge) Verse 1: Christopher not Today No, Chris not Today I'm already back, it's only been A day You call the diss wack, so I'm Back today And this time (California Love) I'm not gonna play! And now Chris I'm back to k** you Last time you almost died, but you Pulled through Pimp slap a dude, know me stuff Is lit s**a need a first Aid kit Last time used a Drake beat, now it's O.T Frickin' Summer 17 on Repeat After I drop this e'rybody gonna Know That you can't beat me Oh no! Tell me, who's dropping tracks daily hitta? That's me! Who's the one pulled up at your frickin' house? That's me! Bruh, Ypsi is a army you ain't got Nobody If you drop a new track, I'll drop another Homie And you say I'm not savage, what am I now Chris You just a frickin' Clown 1 to 0 that's the Dang score If I drop a new track I got Diss galore Taking over, can't stop it Try to cop his track that Junk is free That means more money For me! All I got us fire bars, and all They clean! And it's that Christopher not Today crap If you come at me, you better Work your craft If you drop a diss track everybody gonna Laugh I ain't got Time 'cause I know you Lyin' I sent Summer 17, guess that's not Enough I drop a 117, s**a can't call my bluff Tried to end it yesterday But I got another s**a, Ypsi couldn't care if you Jackson's Brother I spit 100 bars a second, I'm on Frickin' fire Dabin' on these fools, they some Fake liers