I fuck with MAC-10s, you one of Lewis’s boys, go call an Uber
One of y’all niggas wanna argue, I’ll have you speaking with my fuckin' Ruger
This silly kid ain't shit on me, stick true to school, you ain’t in the game
Or I pull up on your bus stop, wearing True Religion and take a swing
I fucked your main chick in Jimmy Choos, that small game, she an easy finesse
Beat her pussy up like Ali, now she limpin', play her like a game of chess
Grippin’ a mac, eat a tic tac , look out fam ‘cause you ‘bout to lack 
Don’t get here too fast though ‘cause you might fall again like when I crossed you up
I paid 5hunna for your health bill, and them double crutches holdin’ yo ankles up
Bitch nigga was tryna flex but this shit ain't just a fuckin' track
I hear another diss and I'm rocking you until your ankles crack
You thought shit was sweet 'til I dribbled up court and made you fall on your ass
Always chasing a hoe, even though I fucked them all in the ass
You a rich nigga but you rock USPA, that shit don't sound right
Thought you could sneak diss and you won't get found, right?
'Til you get caught in Lamar, at the wrong place, at the wrong time

InfvmousKal