Buy Yew Upchurch

[Intro]

Aw no, nobody wants to throw stones no more bruh

Church, ha

[Verse 1]

Damn son, I thought you was the diss king

Never took an "L" until you tried to come impress me

Now I gotta write a beat like it's summer

Out thuggin’ with my buddies stuntin' on some jet skis

Respond jet speed, keep on lettin' me own

Everythin’ in this lane that you're tryna leach from

One of my songs is bigger than your life long catalog

You never know the feelin' of havin' arenas sing along

Can't be jelly that you never popped

The biggest that you ever got was hangin' with Jelly in Antioch

You wanna play with me at a gamе that you can't control at all

Better get your hеadset when I break both of your analogs

Whatcha gon' do? Make your voice deep and talk gangsta shit?

If you was gay your sissy ass couldn’t even take a lick

Probably fall down and scream like you broke your back and your hip

On the top of a rugged mountain tip, you lil’ bitch

How many rappers you burn, none

Give me some more snare son

You ain't matchin’ nothin' if I ever mention a flare up (That itches, ah-hem)

But anyway quit actin' like a heavy weight

If you a gator I could pay five bucks to hold you mate

Rubber bands around your mouth but never in your pocket

Who let the raghead in to show up and sign 40 artists just to rob their wallet?

Ain't nobody head bobbin’ to this Arabian scam artist, damn

You a peon to me son on IG yellin' we on

Flashin' the Rolex you got at your cousin's kiosk

Look at his face that's the aroma of dirty sea salt

The only time you got wraps is when you're puttin' your turban on

I'm takin' shots at Brabo, the game is yellin' bravo

Thinkin' you the bomb when you out crusin' in your Tahoe

Suicide yourself inside a missel silo

As-salamu alaykum, this alligator can't even swim at all, bro

You know you can't compare to this

Tell Savannah get your cell phone and post a pic

Somebody edit the cellulite up off this chick

I could play golf on the back of her thighs

Call it teein' off of on a basic bitch

Now it's hush-hush and Mako ain't sayin' shit to me

I'm Sully in this motherfucker dumpin' all the Monster Inc

And you comin' through the door 'cause Bubba got the fuckin' keys

A bunch of Kapernicks so won't you motherfuckers take a knee

You're at the level of a motherfuckin' bumble bee

Pronunciate your words when you motherfuckers come to me

In this rap game everybody know that I'm a seed

You get women pregnant and dip out to go act seventeen

Baby buy me baby then trade it then chasin' down all your dreams

Probably got you pacin' back and forth to like two or three

Pop a couple Adde' 'cause you're terrified to go to sleep

Put numbers on your pillow so you crash thinkin' 'bout my green

But then again, probably not

Your bum ass been a trust fund baby since you was a little tot

Your ideas suck, third eye got low watts

Ghostwriter need a ghostwriter for a response

Wipe your whole team down like a pair of Nike shocks

Calhoun done proved you ain't comin' out the box

They makin' Tik-Toks while you'r slidin' in your socks

Fuck around get used like a janitory mop

I'll stay runnin' hip-hop like I'm buggin' from the cops

And watchin' all you motherfuckers pretend that you're smart