[Verse 1: Jesse Turvey]
We dropping hot sh**
Dirty beats and raw sh**
I got that lyrical dick
Up in it with spit
No rubber that's raw sh**
Don't gotta tell me I got sh**
I break in the game with no lock pick
I don't stop to talk
I just walk the walk
And smoke hospital like I got sick
Cause I pogo on the beat, that's hoppin'
f** with me, And we glockin'
As a matter a fact it go BRAT-TAT-TAT
Get hit in the leg, you done walkin'
Gimme beat and I'll drop it
No lie, I know you gon cop this
We sick wit it, a bit ignorant
And we listening but not givin' sh**s
Just rippin' it, rippin' hits
So when I diss yo sh**, don't slit your wrist
Do your thing while I do mine bigger b**h
Than your biggest hit, start listening
With a beat like this we dangerous
Better get to fixing your favourite
P-P-Playlist, PG-13 with rape in it
We makin' it b**h !
[Verse 2: Mr Coathanger]
Shoulda never f**ed with a pregnant b**h
Put the heater to her belly n' you k** the kid
I don't even know what the f** you talkin about
All I hear is the sound of the voice when you shout
fu*k MORALS
Moral of the story is
That your f**in' oblivious
To every f**in' thing I did
Every f**in thing I do
Nahh, who the f** is you
Talk 'bout me, I'm Mr.This, Im Mr.That
I kissed your girl and got you mad
You did some sh** and got me back
But I ain't even trippin' cause I'm better than that
I'm just tryna get some money cause I want it in stacks
See I'm alone in a pack
I chew a bone to a bat
I spit a pound of that crack
Until the end of the track
And I continue after that
Aftermath b**h
[Outro: Johnny Poppers]
POPPER GANG !!
If you didn't know, now you know
If you already you knew
Hit the books co*ky a** mother f**er
Study up b**h!
It's that 'Balcony Music Clique' sh**
What it is