Lyrics
Ayy, juice on the beat, hoe
Deebo, any rap game, she a freak yoo
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a bitch to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk her down, whole time I know he got some hoe in her
Pole on her, extort shit, bully, Death Row on her
Say, Loona, I hear you like 'em dogs
You better not ever go to cell block one,
'Cause my crew here with the mob, and we popping like a gun
Bitch, you ain't tough, you a wannabe freak,
Flexin' for the gram, but you weak on the streets
Claimin’ you a queen, but you lost in the fog,
Looking at the pups, you just barking like a dog
You ain't one of us, get the fuck off the block,
We ballin' hard, bitches taking shots,
Tryna vibe with the squad, but you ain't got the pass,
Man, Loona, you a joke, just a dog in the grass
You ain't gang, you a whole clown,
Rollin' with the pack, but you ain't wearin' a crown,
You ain't flexin' with the real, always fakin' for the views,
You ain't one of us, bitch, you just confused
See me in the streets, don’t you try to play tough,
Talking all that mess, but we callin' your bluff,
Sick weirdo tranny, tryna roll with the thugs,
But you playin' Twister with your love for the pups
Barking at the moon, but you barking up the wrong tree,
You ain’t stepping with the real, bitch, you just a wannabe,
Get gone with that nonsense, no time for the fake,
We here to take the crown, that’s the choice that you make
Yo, Loona, you a fool, better step back,
This is dog eat dog, and you lackin' the pack,
Too busy chasin' tails, you ain't getting no love,
You ain’t one of us, so rise above or get shoved.