[Verse 1: Travon]
An Yo, the crowd is hyped cause the word is his occupation
But all I have received is boredom from conversations
And portions of people taping
My n***as is out here making, This money so now they hatin
Why you mad bro?
I could've been a f*g in a shack with no a** hole
Eating Tabasco, With a fat chick givin mad blow
Thought I was brown but I'm black in my a** hole
I ate the cornrows up and sh**ted out an afro
The cash flow, Had a n***a on so I cut that
Treat us like hoes to get us on but n***a f** that
Your mom came in the room screamin s*ut's back
Told the world to polish my dick and pull my nuts back
Na n***a f** that and who? What? f** you
Mad cause you wanna hang like my nuts do
I come through got the moon saying that his bu*ts cool
You better be cool before I reach out and touch you
[Verse 2: Juss Kev]
Ok they heard that this murderous verbalist is so superb with this
The way the words merge and twist I heat it up and serve the dish
Same b**hes all on my dick they were the first to diss
Got bread so when I meet them they cheese, On some burger sh**
Dope's what I prefer to spit, get a beat with a verse to fit
Tighter than a virgin chick, Then I just emerge with hits
I will attack, and k** a track, that's filled with facts they worship it
n***as won't even get on a song if I'm first to spit
I get wild curse and sh**, spit styles a perfect mix
Of this and that, I spit on tracks the sh**'s exact and merciless
So f**in sick it hurts to piss
b**h n***as where your purses is?
Old n***as purchase this like “Who in the earth is this?”
Juss Kev ho, On different level
Leave a bunch of dead flows on these beats that's retro
And I'm from that West Coast so I gotta get dough
And I'm k**in n***as behind bars the new d**h Row