When push comes to shove man I ain't finna stall cause you know I got snipers and beamers on call
All the wackos and boomers they ain't finna talk back
I got the ratchet that knock yo whole top back
Uh, hit play that's a smokestack
I got the music that makes you hit playback man
I go so stupid it makes you rethink that
You know that it's fire once you hear all them high hats
Uh,yeah bitch that's a true fact
Pull up and run at your gang with a baseball bat
Swing at yo mans make em drop like a thermostat
When I got all of my ice on, you cool with dat?
I got gat wit da blat blat (Incoherent)
Already the bass and percussion, now strings? man I don't even know what I'll do with these things
I got so many bars and impeccable flow, man it's honestly baffling that I'm not known
Because your shit is ass, your music's wack, I'm finna throw your tape right in the trash
Where it belongs, don't make anymore songs
I got fifty more bangers, they hit like a gong
When push comes to shove man I ain't finna stall cause you know I got snipers and beamers on call
All the wackos and boomers they ain't finna talk back
I got the ratchet that knock yo whole top back
Uh, hit play that's a smokestack
I got the music that makes you hit playback man
I go so stupid it makes you rethink that
You know that it's fire once you hear all them high hats
I can't breathe
Woah
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa