Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry" Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me Bitch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me Talked to Kacey 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me Told me that he fuck with kaleb damn, that shit gettin' to me Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy J a ho, that nigga played it cold, like he was gon' do a feature So I texted his line, a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you Pussy niggas tryna close the door Bitch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rouge, to that Nola We cutthroat, and we hate hoes And bitch, I'm soldiered down Might play you close, but don't fuck around I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hol' on Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just sixteen, you don't compare to me And never ever up in life, we couldn't compete You want to jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with vrex We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee