Combat $NOT

[Intro]
Ayy, yuh

[Verse]
Ayy, these niggas ain't ready for no combat (Combat)
I pull out my Tec, and my choppa (Man down)
Pray these niggas die, and they momma
I don't want to talk unless we talking fucking commas (Ayy)
Nigga, I will steal your bitch in my fucking Honda (Honda)
Gucci, Louis, mixed with fucking Prada (Yuh)
Diamonds imported all the way from Yokohama (Ayy)
Boys running out, so I take out my katana
Watch out nigga, it might fucking chop ya
Bitch said she in love
I don't speak no English, I say, "Nada"
Chilling with my niggas smoking ganja ([?])
In Cuba, chilling with Tupac in Havana
Fucking that bitch, yeah, Rihanna, in my Pumas
Look at that nigga (Look at that)
Put a hole in his head like a beluga (Like a beluga)
Beat that nigga up like some tuna
Smoking that nigga up like a hookah (Yeah)
[?] that bitch like a ninja
Bitch, they call me $NOT, we [?], uh (Yeah)
Fuck on that bitch, then I leave her
Niggas got me going super saiyan like Vеgeta (Vegeta)
I don't fuck with nonе of ya (Nah)
I pull out my nina (Ayy)
And I split these niggas up
Automatic weapon hiding in my fucking tommy trunk (Tommy trunk)
I don't know these niggas, niggas look like some fucking punks
I take out my heater, then I put they bodies in the fucking trunk
Yuh