[Intro: Jaclyn Niska, Ladell Parks]
Hey Ladell
What's up
I heard that n***a was talking sh** about you
What n***a
Trail
Man he always talking sh**
Man I'm handle him
Yeah he at the spot talking mad sh** about you
Oh yeah alright, tell him I said this
[Verse 1: Ladell Parks]
n***a hate me because I count racks
Because I count stacks
And if he try
Then Imma diss him back
n***a softer than a mother f**ing fruit snack
Now you got me on roast mode
So here we go
I heard you a lame, ain't got no game
Insane in the brain
Where you get your shoes and shirt
With your ugly a** juice stain
Payless shoes ain't got no grip
You fall down and bust your hip
There go a tip for your a**
Next time Imma hit you in your mother f**ing lip
Walking around dusty, musty
Looking a** crusty, rusty
f** with me or my crew
It'll be the last I swear
Trust me
Don't believe me, try and see
b**h this something I want you too
If you don't, I got homeboy's coming after your a** too
[Hook: Ladell Parks]
See Imma have to take a shot down I think twice
Cause I'm gonna have to handle this n***a Trail Price I swear
Imma f** him up
I'm gonna f** him up
Imma f** him up
I'm gonna f** him up
So Imma drag his a** down the street
Cause he know he's about to get his a** super beat I swear
Imma f** him up
I'm gonna f** him up
Imma f** him up
I'm gonna f** him up
You know it