You don't fuck with us, cool
We don't fuck with you
What's up with you
I know you're feeling uncomfortable
Know you mumble like bumble bees
And all your music is lunchables
Eating rappers, straight crumbing beats
And the leftovers when I'm done with you
So who the fuck talking that shit
Trust me, you do not want it with this
Coming to rip it, flip it
Super spacious
Washing dishes, breaking bitches
Grabbing the cash like a running back
Hitting the dash be running fast
Never gonna be stopping
Until we get to the top
What the fuck do they
Know bout that
It's OGD and Madman1
Locking be popping like some guns
You rappers softer than some buns
I swear you need to take some tums
It's our time to make it big
Coming to grab it, snatch it, practice
What's it's like causing havoc
On the mic and now we snapping bitch
You don't fuck with us, cool
We don't fuck with you
What's up with you
I know you're feeling uncomfortable
Know you mumble like bumble bees
And all your music is lunchables
Eating rappers, straight crumbing beats
And the leftovers when I'm done with you
I'm in it to win
Implemented the teacher defeat you
Then beat you
I'm back from the bleachers
Definitive creature, with blood on my t-shirt
Definitive research
A primitive twelve gauge
Definition, representative of the last days
I smash pages I'm full of rage
A lot of bullshit now in days
I pull quick out of the cage
I'm an animal, don't test me
Darker than an ace of spades
I'm harder and broader than doorways
Their carter go farther than Norway
Little boys play
I'm brining the noise my forte
I say what I say, I ain't never gonna quit
My endeavor is legit
I'm stronger than ever no matter the weather
I'm as clever as it gets
I'm severing this bitch
With the leverage, I twist the fucking cap off
Of this shit, from front to the back
This rap I spit
Attacking and whacking
And cutting to fractures
Mathematical practice
I did it for me and OGD
So fuck all you whack kids
You bitches don't have a clue
How vicious it's gets do you
Suspicious I enter the premises
Dismember you up part two
Remember back in the days no fluke
I'm turning the page, fuck you
And the horse you rode on to
Enough is enough, we through
You don't fuck with us, cool
We don't fuck with you
What's up with you
I know you're feeling uncomfortable
Know you mumble like bumble bees
And all your music is lunchables
Eating rappers, straight crumbing beats
And the leftovers when I'm done with you
So who the fuck talking that shit
Trust me, you do not want it with this
Coming to rip it, flip it
Super spacious
Washing dishes, breaking bitches
Grabbing the cash like a running back
Hitting the dash be running fast
Never gonna be stopping
Until we get to the top
What the fuck do they
Know bout that
It's OGD and Madman1
Locking be popping like some guns
You rappers softer than some buns
I swear you need to take some tums
It's our time to make it big
Coming to grab it, snatch it, practice
What's it's like causing havoc
On the mic and now we snapping bitch