[Intro: Oxycaution & Advancers]
Who's getting f**ed?
Remember the chick that I filmed? OK, it was dark and I was texting my dad and I was-
n***a, all I can hear in the background is you James. Shut the f** up
[Skit: kris is dead, Advancers, & Oxycaution]
What is this?
Oh my f**ing god
What is this?
Bro, what is this sh**?
I love you, but I'm trying to listen to this n***as sh**ty a** verse and all I hear is you
What is this?
What the f**
(mocking lyrics)-s** a f**ing dick
Y'all can't be serious
Crusty a** n***as
Is this it?
What did he just say?
fu*k 909
[Verse 1: kris is dead]
Try to stay confident but your sh** garbage
Try to retort boy, I ain't even started
co*k back the Glock, then you gon' get blasted
Swerve off a highway, die like a savage
Bathing in bleach ever since I was born
f** with the bull boy, you gon' get the horns
Should've thought twice, a duo of soph*mores
f** on a b**h, bring her back, and pop yours
Both of these pussies trying to throw shade
Whip grippin', flick my wrist, extend my blade
Both of y'all struggling just to get laid
Extendo clip, let 'em RIP, you got played
Dump a couple bodies, here come in the crows
Tell a b**h to bend over, make her touch her toes
f**ed with the gang that you should've never chose
Lyric game icy, got my soup froze
p**y boys
[Verse 2: Oxycaution]
I don't f** with n***as who just try to flex
Cut your head off at the f**ing neck
Bleachboy$ we run up and k** your f**ing a**
Shut the f** up, your music's trash
'You know I f**ed your b**h,' hell no you f**ing didn't
You got a little dick, little b**h
Little meat I'll grab a hoe, bet you won't beat
f** a verse, I'm fired up
Shooting at you, better duck
909 boys, what a joke
When it comes to dick I bet you choke
Blood lust on the track
Your n***a is f**ing wack
f** a diss track now I'm sending f**ing shots
Venom in my bullets so your blood won't f**ing clot, yuh
Wearing blue but my eyes red
Better get your man 'fore he ends up dead
Ashes in my blunt like a n***a was smoking Jews
Throw you in a pot, whipping up b**h n***a stew
You know a k**er has to end hard
Jump on your face like it's f**ing Stomp The Yard
b**h
[Verse 3: Advancers]
909 kids, man they sounding average
Try to f** my b**h but she don't talk to f*ggots
And I try to get my level but I'm living savage
And I doubt they even know real trap sh**, yuh
Bleachboy$ gon' bleach they motherf**ing dreams
'Here my house address,' boy, what the f** you mean?
Why you gotta send a fake addy?
Did you use your grandma house or your daddy's?
Yuh, yuh
Y'all are undercla**men
Please give me a break
Said you want the beef, n***a I cook the steak
And you f**ed with the gang that's a big mistake
And you try to front up with your life now that's debate
What, what
Y'all looking like the kids from the Brady Bunch
And I bet y'all ask on your moms for lunch
Say you getting p**y but you's the c*nts
Looking at you still got milk in your cups
I'm advancing on your f**ing baby faces
Seeing that you tryna get on first while I'm running up the bases
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh