[Verse 1]
First off, f** your posts
And the crew you claimed
Hit makers when we ride
We ride with mentality game
You rappers belong in the trash bin
To me your just a has been
Hearts I be rippin
Taylor and Grendel
Some mark a** b**hes
We keep on coming
While you acting blue bumming
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the Rap Genius rules
Iceberg go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young a** up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Taylor-Gang
Don't f** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly face off the threads
So f** peace
I'll let them forumers know
It's on for trife life
Don't let the hitmakers
Win the night
Haters hem kit murdered on Wax and k**
Just wait and see, and get your body peeled