Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-me's, 
I hope you do better, brah
Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera
Shout out to the followers, 
I will stay ahead of you
Big up to the haters, big up all you low *****s
Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger
Big up to the fake *****s from a real *****
Fake *****s, help you recognize a real *****
Uh, I'm a 
Brooklyn ***** anyhow
Closet lookin' like 
I opened up a 
Vinnie's Styles
*****es say, "We are the best"
So mami in my jeans 
PRPSYeah, street fitted in a gang
Yeah, at you like a 
Twitter name
Same place 
I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out
We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all
Once I say hi to her, she gonna 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
Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex
Probably sayin' ***** me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me 'cause 
I'm on to the next
All of this because 
I ain't respond to your text
Big up to you bum *****es and your ten dollar dresses
Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious
Salty *****es tryin' to raise a ***** blood pressure
Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?
Huh? But it ain't fresh as 
LosoMonogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly, swag too murderous
Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous
This is nothin' new, 
I'm not a beginner
I get big checks like a lottery winner
Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah
Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi
You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all
Once I say hi to her, she gonna 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
What it look like, *****? 
It's Young 
FuneralTold y'all *****s 
I got this *******t *****
There Is No 
Competition 2: 
The Funeral 
ServiceWhat up 
Dram'? What it look like?
Huh? What we talkin', baby?
What we talkin' 'bout?
These *****s is dead
What we talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, I said it, dead, nice
*****s might as well lay down in a hole
And throw dirt on they self
It's funeral