Intro (Disstrack)

I'm saying who told yall

Amerie would be back on the block

It's been a minute

But I see the fake has gotta stop

Six months, and yall done checked my style

Thinkin I was M.I.A., that's wishful thinking child

It's obvious to see

Chickens try to bite it

But they can't cop my delivery

My style, my aggression on the track

When yall chicks know yall wasn't singing like that, Yeah!

So let me break it down for ya

To the ground for ya

Go and chase that track

Pay a hundred stack

But you can't buy my sound

Can't take my flow

Can't bag my swag

NO, Nooo-ooo-ooo