Thank you All right This little dickhead wanna talk about beef Like he didn't just crash his whole car into a tree Like he didn't have to stick his whole arse into his teeth Like there ain't fits and dicks of him lying in the streets This little dickhead wanna act like he's bad He was hiding in the bus just before he got Keep lying in your songs, I don't even have to brag You're a pussy and a snitch, anything for a bag Posted up with Sam Smith, you motherfucking white corpi Megan with the MGA Real talk by law like a MDA You wrote a whole fucking statement And signed your name You can't chat to me, dawg I can't chat to my dawg I was outside when you weren't allowed in the park I was that guy where you was running Brown kicking bars Don't tell me about the streets I already did it all Like how you crash a Porsche And get caught by a fraud How you dog running Let you blood on the floor Should've bloodied in from more Should've turned body to a corpse Now body wanna talk But you personally ain't on shit Shots will spin you around and turn nine into a six You remind me of a bitch