[Verse 1: Cassidy]

My tongue like a gun, it's time to let a slugs spray

I been made RAID, but I ain't running out of bug spray

He been a fagot, that nigga always was gay

See he a man bitch, twerking on a man dick

Y'all, he grab balls, no damn nit

But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick

They gon' have this verse bumping like a damn zit

Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit

This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog bite

I'm like high beams, you a fog light

You can't shine, cause your rhymes just alright

I'm off nigga, soft niggas live a hard life

And I don't never have an off night

I'm always on my J-O, this a second round K-O

I heard your diss but that shit weak

And you switch beats, that's the same shit I did on RAID yo

This nigga soft like Play-Doh

I spit fuego, my dudes is moving if I say so

They stay with toasters like an Eggo

Them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole

Ayo, a been had killers on the pay role

When you was still playing with a Lego

I never wore fake Air Force 1?s

I'm in the studio in Gucci's and Air Force guns

You ain't nothing like us, I'm the nicest

I was jumping in ciphers while you was in diapers

So don't disrespect a grown man

Cause I'll cut your arm off, then smack you with your own hand

Man you said I shoulda died in that car crash

Well I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match

You should stop writing raps cause your bars trash

I'll have your fraud ass, look like cigar ash

Dag, all burnt the fuck up

You shoulda been learnt that I was turned to fuck up

You said I wear purple Dickies, with du-rag and a 5 X-T

But you dress like a true fag

Tight ass shirts, squeezing your man breasts

Tight ass pants, looking like Spandex

You better stop it, or you get popped like a Xanax

I'm still feeling myself, no hand sex

Yeah, I wasn't there when the cops came

But how you know, you wasn't there when the shots bang

Them cats ratted on me when the cops came

I'm a fucking G, I'll show you my discovery

For real, I ain't take a deal on my man

I took it to trial, and they squealed on my man

Your career going downhill, I feel for you man

I been having skills man, chill, you a fan

I'm still ill man, and you still a fuck corny

I think this nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me

I'm doing me, I ain't worrying 'bout your monkey ass

It look like this nigga wearing a monkey mask

You trash, don't get gassed with your funky ass

You last like a year or two, but your career through

You terrible, why the fuck would I be scared of you

What the hell you telling Cass what your yelling ass

My record five thousand and zero

I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, you's a weirdo

You try to act like you a street nigga

But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero

There a lot of Philly niggas that be extra ill

But you just a silly niggas with a record deal

And you a ugly nigga tryna' have sex appeal

You a Ryder yeaaaa? Get the fuck outta here

I'm put you on the entrée

It's fucked up what you did to that nigga Lil and Conway

They was the same cats that came up with you

But you ain't break bread, so they ain't fuck with you

You be rhymin' all the time like you bust pistols

But nigga you ain't got the heart to do it

Stop talking stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid

I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it

Cause all these artists make garbage music

That's why I only listen to myself and my artist music

We got the hardest music, you so soft in your pillow bag

I go hard like a Brillo pad

You Mom said I was your Dad, I should be feeling bad

Cause I missed your whole childhood, and that's really sad

She really mad that I don't deal with your silly ass

I did pop ya Mom, but you was not mine

Naw, I'm 'bout to call Maury on the hot line

And get a DNA, cause you know what he'a say

(You are not) the father, damn right

These chicks you be screwing could ruin ya damn life

I got a whole lot of Sons,


But the only biological ones is with my damn wife

Wife is a gamble, so you better role the damn dice

The right type of way or you gotta price to pay

Aye, I stay wire, you already know

Higher then a helium balloon when you let it go

I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole dutch

Of that great haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up

You know what, I'm too damn good

So I'mma blow up like tryna microwave a canned good

Ya man good, I spray mine

Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walking in the damn hood

Now I spit new bars over old beats

My flow heat, I got a hot head not cold feet

I roll leaf, get higher then the bloody nose seats

You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so weak

I'm so street, I know you don't want no beef

Cause when I put the caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth

I throw bullets like a QB, go deep

Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down

(Pratt, prattt, pratt), be the last sound

That you ever hear, blood will be squirting everywhere

You dead, your head'll look like it was never there

Yeah, I'll that tough talking'll get you a shut coffin

Yup, me and your main slut fuck off and

I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talking

And I stopped wearing jewels, I don't wanna shine

Cause even in the Summer time it be the fuck hawking

I'm still balling, 40 points and assists

I've been the shit, you ain't about that life, you ain't into this

Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured list

I'll end you career for free to be generous

I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks then Ellen Degeneres

But this dick from with benefits

You been a bitch, nobody think you a thug

Cause you a made plenty scenes in 'em skinny jeans

I'll make you skinny dip in a pool of blood

When this Ruger slug, blow your ass to smithereens

And you said you fucked my girl, that's bullshit

But me and my wife had a ménage with your bitch

Bul hit, then I came on the hard lips

Then sent her home, and you was kissing the whole lip

Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that bitch face

So you should let him know how my dick taste

Those corny bars you done set already

You already know I heard it on the radio in February

You had to wait 8 months to respond back

Nigga you ain't ready for combat, your rhymes wack

Yea, I'm prolly on the molly and some Cognac

But I'mma make Rick Ross, rip up your contract

I'm too real, you ain't never had true skills

I ain't broke man, I'm still worth a few mill

You remind me of Sisqó from Dru Hill

Fuck how you feel, you got Lil Snupe killed

And you only ride out on two wheels

You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you nigga

I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible nigga

I pack guns, to Jackson like Michael nigga

And all your bars is recycled nigga,

I got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times

And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross

Shit your boss stole his name, got him pissed off

Cause he was really in the street knocking bricks off

Kilo after kilo, and yours was a C.O.

The last time we ran into each other

You was like, “Cass let's do a song, you know you tha Hustla”

Yeah, I run my city like Broad street

Do you really wanna take it there, is you sure Meek

The next time, I'mma slaughter one of your beats

The streets gon' be like, “Cass spazzed on the bul Meek”

Yeah, I keep rapping 'til the track stop

I spit crack rock, Meek don't act shocked

I'mma a legend, you know what I did already

Everybody know I bodied you, and your crib already

I bodied you on every song that we ever made

Then I bodied you again when I put together RAID

This fight right here, is an easy win

Everybody 'bout to Tweet, “Cass bodied Meek again”

I know I'm getting underneath your skin

He prolly in his Phantom, having a temper tantrum

I'mma always have the fucking belt

I'mma body you, so you can ghost write for your fucking self

I don't wanna hear nothing else

Yo, just go cut your dick off and go fuck your self