Yo, Colin think he slick with them cuts,

Yo, Colin think he slick with them cuts, But I see through the act, man, your style’s just nuts. Tryna roast me, but you miss every shot, Frankie and I laughin’, you ain't got a lot. You flexin’ hard, but your game’s lookin’ weak, Talkin’ big, but you ain't got the heat. Claim you a boss, but you playin’ the fool, Step to me and Frankie, you breakin’ the rules. You throwin’ shade, but it’s all in vain, Can’t touch our vibe, you just bringin’ the pain. We rise like the sun, you stuck in the night, Colin, step back, you ain't ready for this fight. Your cuts ain’t sharp, man, they dull as can be, Tryna roast us, but you just a wannabe. So take a seat, Colin, let the real ones shine, In this rap game, you just wastin’ your time.