[Verse 1: Yesify]

Folks stop rappin' when they ass don't blow up

Call me out but they never really show up

Tryna make commas, tryna make dollas

Fuck a record label, deal is off the table

Hope they never call us, we actin' like some ballas

Used to not exist, actin' like I gotta diss

In my free time, shootin' Kobe on the wrist

Everybody hate me like I'm Chris

My freestyle's better than yo written raps

On track doin' laps and I'm seein' all caps

Got no time to chit-chat

Ain't fallin' for the trap

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

Try to block mе but I'm puttin' up a fence

Pressurе on my mind, things are getting tense

All together like a four-wheel truck

Turn the bass up

Yeah, yeah, turn the bass up (Bass up)

You are so fake, like some makeup (Makeup)

I can take your bitch and make you breakup (Breakup)

So I walk up in this motherfucker, tell 'em what it is (Huh?)

Used to be a bully when I was a little kid (Okay)

Just consider what I'm doing as a lead up

Talkin' mad shit, boy get beat up

[Verse 2: Ghostface tha Trendsetta]

Remember when they used to ride Cadillac's on twenty-fo's

Change their clothes and gettin' hoes

Goin' to the club, though

Body rockin', pussy poppin', shakin' ass all on the flo'

Let me see how low you go

Touch your toes

It's the Big Trendsetta, old school sweater

Cuban link chain but my watch glow better

Comin' off the brain with a flow like chedda

Call me Big Dog 'cause my bite is like a hitter

I'm mysterious that they get furious just by the sight of me

Delirious, I'm so imperious, they're gettin' serious

I'm curious, what's it take to really be on top?

All these wack ass rappers makin' music need to stop

Turn the bass up

[Verse 3: Ludlee]

How the fuck all these wack ass non-rappin' ass dumb rappers in the industry?

Crazy, ain't it, G?

They ain't worried 'bout droppin' no hits

They just talk all this shit about the fame and the bitches and the money and the riches

That's all the bitches they want

I'm already knowin' that I'm gonna make it one day

But all these people they in my way

I'm tired of the fame

I'm gon' make it up, though

Pull up with this thing, though

Drop toppin' and friendzone

Told that bit' to lay low

My wrist is like Quavo

They do what I say so

I don't really play, that's why I keep on gettin' on my shit

All these bitches in the back, tell 'em suck up on my dick

Pity the people they hatin'

Pull up with choppa like [?]

I don't give fuck what they say

I'm goin' and they say

Pull up wit' a AK

Know exactly how it be

But they always hated me

Fuck all your enemies

I'm the friend up underneath