No Bars Remix

Who you talking bout?

Who you talking bout?

Who you talking bout?

Who the fuck this bitch talkin bout

You be talking all that shit

Only post it on the gram

Thinkin that you hit a nerve

But really I don't give a damn

Like a fake call from India

We know you like to scam

You a jelly ass bitch

Youll never be a smuckers jam

In my bubble I don't care bout what no hoe say

Cause when I pull up in they face

There's shit they won't say

It gets crickets

When I shine the light on the issue

Bitches wanna play the victim

Reaching for the tissue

Guess I gotta be the villain

Time to mask up

When I'm countin up my green

You better backup

Always make a murder scene

Time to pack up

Offered them a place to meet

They had to pass up

I don't play with time

So don't you try to waste it

I got that ice cold drip

Don't you try to taste it

Last bitch tired to do it

They didn't make it

Last opp to drop a diss

We never played it

Collecting checks

Like a landlord on they rent day

Don't make me kick it with yo bitch

Call me sensai

I'll dance on your grave

Dance dance that's Wednesday

I couldn't give no fucks

Bout what your friends say

Now when I reload the chamber

They gon scatter

Next rapper talkin shit

Gon end up on my platter

Put your bank next to mines

Let's see who's fatter

I'm pissin on these bitches

Even on a empty bladder

Now when I see yo ass in person

Its a done deal

You signed away your life and music

On a bum deal

Oh what was that?

Your wondering what I said?

You finna end up like your uncle

Bro got shot in the head

Shot in the motha fuckin head bitch

Stop talkin bout me

I don't know you and you don't know me

Let's keep it that way

I'm off this shit