Cops shoot us because they afraid
We'll lock you up in ya cage
Also i'm not dumb
You only have a few seconds to even run
You can't stomp you got baby feet
And i"ll come to your house and have a feast
And that's gonna be you
I'm coming' from the east
Come back down to you
Can't even rap
Man I guess shouldn't do you
Got the whole thaing
This is the YOLO ring
Cannot do anything now I ain't the same
Wanna lock you up
Wanna eat you up
Throw you in the dust
And then say wa**up
The club's On My Thursday
Old Money rehearse day
Lemme get down diss track on ya worst day