$#&@ Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his $$#, I'mma have to head-butt him

Gut him, Lil Tunechi %#@!, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old #~!!@ in a can, red is the flag

$#&@ with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I'mma alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air

That's real ^!$$% talk, these ^!$$%s speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction

Your (*##$ hit that head so hard we get concussions
^!$$%s can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps

South Beach (*##$ and I tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no $#&@ %#@!, I be on that Truk Fit

Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase

You $#&@in' with some ^!$$%s that'll murk y'all
^!$$% you softer than a mother$#&@in' Nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?

He was talkin' %#@!, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!