[Intro: Zach]
Shoutout to my man Desi, hottest white rapper on Chiraq. My man Boxhead Ed in the building, you already know. Freaky Fiq get em'! Shoutout to my man Nell (f** Tony). I see we got the real Islam in the building, the real Carter n***a. Uh, bout to k** y'all with this hot sh** n***a
(This track bout to give me the goosebumpies)
[Verse 1: Desi]
ENT y'all gay as sh**, dont drive cars but y'all ride stick
You all hate Tony, why? Cuz Ledi swerved y'all like Tracy dick
Talk sh** and get k**ed quick
Y'all throw parties and don't hit sh**
I take your girl, spin move, then give that girl the hit stick
I took your condoms they didn't fit
f**ed her raw in your bed while y'all was downstairs, getting lit
Yeah y'all be high as sh**, but my team we fly as sh**
You telling girls that you love them, just trying to see a tit
Nude pics, we past it
That was 8th grade, gym cla** sh**
But I guess y'all still stuck there
Basic hoes in your track list
A.I. rapping, no practice
Ed said k** 'em, so I capped 'em
Three hoes on my top, yeah you can call that a hat trick
You f** around with a team of clowns, came to the circus now you heaven bound
I'm feelin' like it's my town cuz when I'm out y'all not around
Who f** with ENT? Shhhhh... Not a sound
b**hes know that y'all ain't hittin', they don't even take the mound
The night you hear this I really hope that you smoke a pound
Just so that I can blow your high
ENT tell me how that sound
Your b**hes ain't real, it's a catfish
Showing off for twitter, you an actress
Y'all thought we was playing games but we left the tricks for the rabbits
Pull Out For What yeah we saw the win and we grabbed it
Desi just k**ed the sh**, now Ed about to come stab it
(Stab 'em Ed!)
[Verse 2: Boxhead Ed]
You f** around wit' a real n***a
You f** around and get k**ed n***a
ENT say they run the streets but I don't see them in the field n***a
Them n***as all talkin' dirty
That fufu lame, I can't deal wit' it
Y'all thought i was sweet, forreal though?
Quit playin' n***a
Lu dont even care if he catch a case
Ain't that a shame n***a?
Chris, he still a virgin, he f** no b**hes
You don't got no game n***a (Virgin!)
Did tracy f** his prom date?
I heard he lied, you a disgrace n***a (You Too?!)
I put you in ya place, just stay in ya line, dont get in my space n***a
I f** ya' mom all time, all the time I f** ya' mom
She told me that I was too young
I told that b**h I was in my prime
Who the f** is Islam?
Get that weak sh** out of ya system
I pop a perc, Ya b**h get murked
I think you s** dick cause you got the herp
I go toe to toe, round for round
I'm Floyd to the game, pound for pound
Y'all girls weak as sh**
They s** it for free don't gotta leave a tip
Y'all light as sh** to this rap sh**
I just trashed sh**, get a new hobby b**h
POFW we back b**h
We ain't even want war, y'all just asked for it
Now y'all got it n***a
Bring the heat it's my time n***a
Y'all can't even f** hoes drunk
How many times y'all try it n***a?
Tracy got chewed by one b**h, now y'all bestfriends
Thats crazy sh**
ENT, just END
Y'all all gossip n***a TMZ
[Verse 3: Freaky Fiq]
First off, y'all n***as gay
If you want the war, n***a we don't play
We know where all y'all n***as stay
So we'll spray your crib up with the K
Y'all n***as know wa**up n***a
It's Pull Out For What n***a
We got the bread in the tuck n***a
Y'all can't even buy a dutch n***a
Broke n***a, y'all some jokes n***a
We make ladies choke n***a
We got the bread and y'all toast n***a
So blast off like a rocket n***a (Team Rocket!)
8th graders, y'all outta pocket n***a
You got a sunni like James Harden, but Islam you not a rocket n***a
And Tracy need to stop snitchin', sending pics to them thot b**hes
Yeah Luis got head b**h
From a fat white b**h
And don't forget about Chris
Norris Cole little white sis
Fake J's, that's y'all team
Left turn, that's what Luis see
Tracy's feet like Yao Ming
And Desi my n***a cuz he buy them bling
My team hotter than a f**ing heater
Y'all n***as want a f**ing feature
We'll take all y'all f**ing tweakers and f** them right in Central bleachers
Think about y'all misses
No Kiziah, no mistress
No Diamante, no wishes
Chris tried but no dippin'
ENT ain't ready for me
But f** it, rap it. DC
[Verse 4: Arnold Palmer (DC)]
It's DC and Pull Out For What, catch me with my red cup
Filled up with jungle juice
Ask Lu, ENT will throw it up
Embarra**ment ends with ENT, y'all n***as can't f** with me
You can't f** with us, you can't f** with we
That's your girl right there? She f**ed the team
She f**ed the team? Yeah it f**in' seems
Rip your crew by the f**ing seams
Lu got that lazy eye so y'all n***as can't f**in' see
Chiraq or Phiraq
We shoot first. we don't fire back
Make your stock crash like we blew up
(Nasdaq)
Your main b**h my side b**h n***a
Sexuality matchin tie dye n***a
Why your dick doing drive byes sayin' hi and bye at the same time my n***a
We roll it up and we blow it up
Take a cup and pour it up
f** with us? That's dangerous
We could grind you up and turn you into angel dust
f** the entourage we here n***a, n***a this is our time
I'm only 18, transform the track
You can call me Optimus Pryme
ENT shouldn't play this live
My n***a Gatewood, make ya moms cry
Come at us, get murked
n***a this is genocide
[Verse 5: Tae Sounds]
Wait. Tae on and y'all playing
f** y'all n***as sayin'
I'm one for the money
Y'all stressing these b**hes
Y'all need to go take a vacation
Green weed, I'm blazin'. My life is amazing
I'm tired of y'all fakin'
Y'all chase b**hes that chase men
It cost me a lot, my J's and my watch
They say time is money, what do time do y'all got?
My n***as, them n***as and you bet that we on
Parties with Ed and he pa** the patron
Pulling the b**hes you said that you own
We k**in' sh** and I'm gone
Big dick bandit, n***a I can turn a dike out
Dick so bomb, I couldn't make it inside the White House
I'm feelin' like a terrorist, n***as getting scared of this
Hahaha (Screams)
Look, back in my bag and I'm k**ing this sh**
Tony been gripped and you stressin' that chick
Beefin' with us and y'all been should've quit
Chris about to go through his f**in' menstral and sh** but
Let me teach you how to ball
Cuz y'all don't want no war
I've been cuffed up for like two years and still got more b**hes than y'all
That's uno, what I do know
Y'all welterweight and I'm sumo
I could pay this check for a juno
This sh** hot like it's June though
Y'all n***as the bid
I'm worried bout gettin' this bread
You can't even get no head
You are what you eat dickhead
[Outro: Zach]
Tae just k**ed y'all n***as man. Pull Out For What n***a. Tracy you nasty n***a. Y'all throw parties but don't hit sh**. And my man Quay f**ed in your bed dickhead. You sleeping with his kids dickhead! And you ain't change the sheets you dirty a** youngboul. Lu, your girl look like your sister n***a. Chris, that dumba** box dickhead! Islam you got that herpie on your lip dickhead, f** outta here. I'm done with y'all fake n***as, man. We out