[Repeat x2:]

Shout out to my enemies

shout out my competitors

shout out to my mini me’s, I hope you do better bruh

better me better you etc etc

shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya



big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas

bigging y’all up should make you feel a little bigger

big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga

fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas

uhh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow

closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles

bitches say we are the best

so mommy in my jeans PRPS

yeah street fidda didda gang

yeah @ you like a Twitter name

same place I see em, same place they chalk em out

we speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout



[Chorus]

holla at your homie, holla at your dogg

looking for the competition holla at the morgue

once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya

if looks could kill then my style might body ya

b-b-body ya

b-b-body ya

if looks could kill then my style might body ya

b-b-body ya

b-b-body ya

if looks could kill then my style might body ya

b-b-body ya

b-b-body ya



[Verse 2]

Shout out to the groupies

shout out to my ex

prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex

don’t get mad at me cause I’m onto the next

all of this because I aint respond to your text

big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses

big up to the big girls y’all are so Precious

salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure

grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher

uhh, but it aint fresh as Loso

monogramed out son in case you didn’t know so

flow so deadly swag too murderous

known for being nice, that don’t mean courteous

this is nothing new, Im not a beginner

I get big checks like the lottery winners

a boy dissing I, boy listen I

call you sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi



[Chorus]