[Hook]
Spittin' all these rhymes and you know we k**in' flows
f** around with us and we murdering these hoes
[Verse 1: ARMA]
I be chillin on this track feeling kinda groovy
When i diss you're f**in a** you will wanna sue me
You thinkin' that you're good with you're wack mc's
Ima brake you're nose so try and step to me
Man you know I'm the realest they come
When I see you in the street I will you make run
And I kick it then I spit it and I flow
Thinkin' you're a rich kid you're nothing but a ho
Talkin' bout ferraris thinkin' that you're gettin' b**hes
Callin' down to mommy cuz I'm leaving you with stitches
f** Lynchy, I be kickin' down his door
Put him on his knees and I make him kiss the floor
Me and La Familia, put you in your place
Cut you in the face make you gone without a trace
Ain't a f**in' quest and ain't a f**in' mission
Ima take your throne without a competition
Call me Mr.Lyrical my rap be out the roof
Better duck quickly cuz I be bound to shoot
Rappin bout d** doesn't make you a thug
Middle finger in the air like I don't give a f**
Take your b**h in a second I don't need a minute
I be lyrically abusing you without a limit
Droppin' bombs like ISIS every time I spit sh**
I'm the person that you never wanna mess wit
Get with, the sh** that I'm speaking
I ain't even preachin'
Chillin' on the top givin' you a beating
Your thinkin' that you're famous but you never make it out
Im k**in' you with rhymes and that's without a doubt
Why you rap about money man it's funny to me
More cash on my neck than you'll ever see
[Hook]
Spittin' all these rhymes and you know we k**in' flows
f** around with us and we murdering these hoes