Arrival

[Verse 1: Chris Yang]

You and I just do not have the same specs

You hate on me just because I'm Asian

Hold up, I'm not done; man, if you really want to challenge me

I'll beat you with this mic and then I'll hang you up over this beat

I do not know you cocked that hoe, I guess you carry all the heat

But dip your toe right in this boat; I'll kill you that's a guarantee

You really got a feeling that you really want to be me

Cause if you want to be me, then you really got to see me

And I am like a chef, man I'm cooking every seasoning

If you don't like what you taste, man I'll kick you through the ceiling

(Woah! Woah! Woah!) Man, let me slow down my flow

If you don't know how I wrote my pose, little bitch come take some notes

Like I don't know... even just fit these bars

Little bitch if you can't even front, then just drive foreign cars

I rap just like I ain't got no manners

I slice you in half, hang you up like a banner

I just ran a mile deep right in this fucking canyon

So quit shadowbanning before my own fuckin bans you

I quit shadowbanning because I'm already banned

And if you want to do it, then at night you need a band edge

I'll kill your dad and I might hit your bitch

I might cut you out and cut you like a bandit

Oh man, I'm gunning like dudes doing fucking surgery in this motherfucking beat

If you really don't like that then don't fucking hear me because I don't want to hear you on my motherfucking heat

Because I got a fucking Glock, and I got a fucking bee

And I'll shoot you in the back if you motherfucking eat

If you motherfucking run your mouth like a motherfucking beep

Better beat it before I kick you in your motherfucking feet, bitch!

[Verse 2: grave yard!]

Yo bitch, I'm grave Yard!

Put you in the dirt in the graveyard

I slap your bitch, I know that pain's hard

I'll kill you like that one scene from Braveheart

I fuck on your bitch like every day

I do the dash and run away

When she's done with you, she goes to my place

And we fuck everywhere, all-day

Bruh, bruh, watch what you're doing

Why is your nose so long? Long as Putin

And why do your breath stink and your car smells dank?

Bitch, give me all that money in the bank

No wonder your style is hella wack

And you look dumb, you must smoke crack

Bitch, shut the fuck up, I caught you lacking

You got yourself dirty, yeah here's a napkin

[hook: Chris Yang & grave yard!]

Yuh! Yuh!

Me and grave Yard! (Me and Chris Yang) taking over upon your house

Me and grave Yard! (Me and Chris Yang) going to squash to like you're a mouse

On the contrary, don't you come and touch me, run your mouth

If we shoot you, we're going to go and (pew pew) so get out!

[outro: Chris Yang]

That's it!