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