Artist: → Lil Horizon
{verse}
I can’t believe you did that, the fuck is wrong with you
We suppose to get the same bag, now look what ima do
Old days we was brothers, now we ain’t finna be cool
(ain’t finna be cool)
How your ass start talkin, now your ass look like a fucking fool
(huh)
How you talking hot, when your ass went to a private school
Nah, but this ain’t about that
You was talking crazy and you still wonderin why i got mad
Boy, you done fucked up
(uh-huh)
How you talking on my family, and you didn’t think i’ll knuck up
Oh now this shit finna cause some drama
Bryce really done fucked your mama
And he didn’t even use a condom
Had a problem, i fucking solved him
Money maker, i get them commas
Bryce sticks, you fucking bought them
Your dad left, you fucking called him
Talking shit, i fucking rocked him
Nah, but we ain’t gonna speak on your father
(no we ain’t)
Took your bitch home, and after that i had to block her
Head game was so trash, so after that i had to drop her
(get the fuck on)
Remember your sis was talking hot, yeah, scarlet really popped her
(she did)
You promised you would never run when you was a jit
Opps pulled up beside you, you ran away like a bitch
(you a bitch bro)
Who would’ve thought this was the man that was toting them sticks
Who would’ve thought you was the guy that would grow up and switch
And kaylen, don’t even think of fucking dropping a diss
Cause i can speak a lot about you when you was a little jit
(uh-huh)
How your ass got jumped, rocked, and you cried like a bitch
(bitch)
Or when i ran up on your ass, and you tried to fucking snitch
(snitch)
But now you getting mad cause i rocked your old boy tory
Yeah, i took his bitch, but that ho was lame and boring
We had one altercation, after that i was fucking snoring
Came out with the drip, on my body i was pouring
(wet)
Big house, but nah we ain’t gonna get to touring
(uh-huh)
Hawking out, oh that’s him, we finna get to flooring
(floor that bitch)
Knocked him out clean, that’s the end of that story
(uh-huh)
Now we on the block, we on the lookout for his homies
(uh-huh)
Now, who’s next
(who’s next)
Kaylen, you messing with the best
Tory tried to run up, he got pressed
Now you claiming that you can kill us, you don’t know how to play the game
First of all, your fucking sane
Second of all, were not the same
Third of all, your fucking lame
Now i gotta be the one you blame
(yeah)
Now i gotta be the one you blame
{outro}
See after i knocked him out, he knew i was the great
(uh-huh)
After i rocked him, i don’t think he’ll ever be the same
(pussy)
You know how the fuck i’m coming
Big horizon