Yeah, uh, uh
You done fucked up now, nigga, Joyner
Let me teach you how to terminate niggas on sight, lil' bitch, you'll never be at G level (bah)
I don't care where you from or where you grew up, you'll still get slapped with a tea kettle (bah)
You ain't smokin' on shit, you ain't never been lit, I turn Big Smoke to a weed pebble (rrah)
Stop talkin' 'bout hits and that platinum shit, lil' ho, you barely win sheet metal (yeah)
Let's talk about how you got ran for your chain, it was curled on the floor like a leaf petal (huh?)
Let's talk about how you never grew up that hard, and your mama always pushed you to be better (huh?)
Let's talk about how your career fell off, and that shit went straight through the meat shredder (damn)
I'm mad that I ever heard your music at all, if I didn't, I'd prolly even sleep better (brrt, bah-bah-bah)
Ay, fuck this nigga, I'ma spray wit' it (bah), put a Glock 19 to his face wit' it (brrah)
Always knew you was a bitch, you was raised wit' it (huh), now I know why your daddy okay wit' it (bah)
I should take your flag and burn that shit, give it back, then put you in a grave wit' it
How you gon' steal A$AP Rocky swag, and fuck it all up and go gay wit' it? (Innit?)
You started it (bah), I ain't duckin' no smoke, want all of it (bah-bah)
Wanna steal my culture and talk your shit 'cause you mad that you can't be a part of it
You don't get no play, we ain't bumpin' it (nah), facts, ain't never droppin' no bomb in it
You got the worst songs that I ever heard in my life, I don't even wanna hear niggas hummin' it (facts)
Oh, you bringin' up Tory, I'm lovin' it (I'm lovin' it), they forgot my litty, went dumb wit' it (went dumb wit' it)
Me and Tory ain't never had smoke, that was really my nigga, we was just havin' fun wit' it (okay)
From the Black Eminem, that's a compliment (okay), I'ma wear that badge, I'ma honor it (okay)
A nigga sold like 220 million records, and I bet you done bought a whole lotta them (facts)
Niggas mad at me 'cause I bothered them, guess his mama never told him she was proud of him (on God)
Even niggas like Giggs really hate your shit, he a real OG, there's a lot of 'em (bah-bah)
You be dick ridin' niggas, and you fine wit' it (huh), you got a lil' co-sign and you proud of it (uh-huh)
And you'll do anythin' just to get a lil' OVO chain, even swallow it (innit?)
I hope Big Smoke is ready to chief with him, better call the po and bring the police with him (bah-bah)
Bring enough heat to cook up a beef wit' him, wet a nigga up, I'm bringin' a beach wit' him (brrah)
Bullet get stuck, he feelin' it deep in him, pussy-ass nigga, I'm makin' a yeast with him (bah-brrah)
A wagyu steak, I cut up a piece wit' him, floss on a nigga, I'm pickin' up my teeth with him (brrah)
Cough on a nigga and make a disease hit him (brrah), bark on a nigga, ain't takin' no leash with him (brrah)
Knock a nigga out, I'm leavin' his teeth wit' him, lock a nigga down and bury the keys with him (bah-bah)
Snake ass niggas, they really don't need venom, I'm skinnin' 'em alive and makin' a feast wit' 'em (bah-bah)
Nigga need help, we bringin' the streets wit' him (what?) give a nigga hell, I'm bringin' a priest wit' him
I'ma send him to hell and I bet the devil'll tell him that I'm a demon who broke a piece of that Heaven and fell (brrt)
And bitch, I'm a predicate felon, I put a shell in your melon, and everything I ever said up on a record, I meant it (brrah)
How 'bout we talk about how many fuckin' records you sellin'?
'Cause even back up in your country, they don't check up and listen (bah, bah-bah)
You only sold a couple thousand, and I'm bettin' that seven, they only sell it at the counter at the 7-Eleven (brrah)
And when I'm finished with you, I bet they would never forget it
There ain't a single motherfucker who can sever this weapon (bah-bah)
I hate your accent and everythin' you said on the record
I need subtitles to get it, I'm checkin' the spellin'
I promise you that Drizzy only one that would ever mention you bein' a legend
Nobody will agree when he said it
I promise you it's gonna haunt you when you sleep in your bed
And I promise you that when it's over, I'ma leave an impression, yeah (brrah)
I hope you know the pressure's on when I drop this shit 'cause you really on the clock, boy (what?)
I'ma write a perspective song from a UK nigga who think he a top boy (yeah)
Since you wanna talk about influence, let's talk about the female clothes you rock, boy (on God)
I seen you in an interview dressed like a bitch, I guess you really a top boy (sheesh)
I catch him outside of the Birkin store, the Victoria Secret shop, boy (okay)
Take all yo' shit, then give it to my bitch, she'll love that drip you got, boy (goddamn)
Put the UK-US shit to the side, this is me against you, lil' pop boy
Clean up on aisle six, I done wiped this bitch, somebody come bring me a mop, boy
I done turned Joseph to a crime scene (bah-bah), why the fuck a nigga thinkin' he can try me? (Brrah)
How you do your nigga Wiley dirty, then turn your back on the UK grime scene? (On God)
You a snake ass ho, you slimy (slime), you irrelevant, bitch, you behind me (behind me)
I don't even understand how you still got fans, I ain't heard your name since the '90s (bitch)
I'm a hybrid nigga with a high beam, turn the UK nigga to a lime bean
This a round 2-K.O, you ain't gettin' up, better call the ER to revive him
After this, I bet you wanna fight me, that's the reason why niggas don't like me
Thought you was that nigga when you talk your shit, now you sittin' back wonderin', "Why me?"
