Chill YUNG KITT KATT & HOODRAT SPICE

[Verse 1: Hoodrat Spice]
Young bitch tryna cap
No bitch, you weary?
'Cause do I wanna kill you?
Oh bitch, very
And I heard what your boys did, thats such shit
You don't live your bars, I seen you on a bus bitch
And the shit you judged? That shit was old as hell
My bars relevant now, guaranteed outsell
I got a bitch who spit shit way better than you
Tell your family to put yo face on Fox 11 News
And don't even try and spit shit back
I got goons everywhere and when I whistle clip [?]
Now who you think you is? Big or something?
You're on satellite radio, bitch, you ain't nothing
No money for that shit, you paying debt
But you can't [?] so your writer can
And you bought that deal, son
Don't lie to the public
You ain't getting no promo even when our Twitter flooded
Still not got juice, Hi-C
Sniffin' on that coco, no ice tеa
I heard you usin' my lines, straight biting
Tell your crеw fuck them, come fight me
And if you really wanna try to get some goons to get me
Well, trust little player, they ain't finna get me
And the only reason you mad is 'cause your bitch text me
And if you want a new [?] next it's me