Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout out to the followers, I will stay ahead of you Big up to the haters, big up all you low ****** Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake ****** from a real ***** Fake ******, help you recognize a real ***** Uh, I'm a Brooklyn ***** anyhow Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's Styles B*****s say, "We are the best" So mami in my jeans PRPSYeah, street fitted in a gang Yeah, at you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout Holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex Probably sayin' **** me so shout out to the *** Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum b*****s and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious Salty b*****s tryin' to raise a ***** blood pressure Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher? Huh? But it ain't fresh as LosoMonogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so Flow so deadly, swag too murderous Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous This is nothin' new, I'm not a beginner I get big checks like a lottery winner Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya What it look like, *****? It's Young FuneralTold y'all ****** I got this s*it ***** There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral ServiceWhat up Dram'? What it look like? Huh? What we talkin', baby? What we talkin' 'bout? These ****** is dead What we talkin' 'bout? Yeah, I said it, dead, nice ****** might as well lay down in a hole And throw dirt on they self It's funeral
Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout out to the followers, I will stay ahead of you Big up to the haters, big up all you low ****** Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake ****** from a real ***** Fake ******, help you recognize a real ***** Uh, I'm a Brooklyn ***** anyhow Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's Styles B*****s say, "We are the best" So mami in my jeans PRPSYeah, street fitted in a gang Yeah, at you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout Holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex Probably sayin' **** me so shout out to the *** Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum b*****s and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious Salty b*****s tryin' to raise a ***** blood pressure Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher? Huh? But it ain't fresh as LosoMonogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so Flow so deadly, swag too murderous Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous This is nothin' new, I'm not a beginner I get big checks like a lottery winner Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya What it look like, *****? It's Young FuneralTold y'all ****** I got this s*it ***** There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral ServiceWhat up Dram'? What it look like? Huh? What we talkin', baby? What we talkin' 'bout? These ****** is dead What we talkin' 'bout? Yeah, I said it, dead, nice ****** might as well lay down in a hole And throw dirt on they self It's funeral
