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[intro]
chrome!

[verse 1]
i hate how you hide your son, i hate how you hide your daughter
now n0body gives a f*ck about you, you dirty motherf*cker
the n*ggas who still f*cks with you ain’t got no braincells
you neither, hah, n*gga
you’re still figuring out your marriage with your sister, i bet
and you beg for god’s forgiveness, but i already talked to him
he said “you should die”, and he’s right, k*dot already dissed you n*gga now it’s my time
but i guess your fans don’t give a f*ck, right?
i swear if i hear back from you, i’ll shoot
pow*pow, and i shoot again at you (bbl drizzy, bbl)
double homicide, dot just did that to you too
from meet the grahams it will be just one, your son
you don’t give a f*ck about me (drizzy)
i’m not from here like e.t
i don’t carе about creatures from b.c
i will give thеse creatures ptsd
if i’d want easy money i’d live in washington, dc
i know you tried to keep it pg, f*ck that, all i know is nc*17
you’re a liar, a master manipulator, preach (bbl drizzy)
you’re scared of kendrick but that sh*t ain’t we
you’re a p*ssy, a pedophile, you f*ck prostitutes
all p words n*gga, you go p diddy on these hoes
r*t*rded ass n*ggas that i shoot and they die
that’s you drake, n*gga, we made you and we k!lled you
but that’s just how life goes
we know you got p*ssies at ovo, are we right? (bbl)
i know i’m right, n*gga, j. cole just choose our side
you a faker, a bodyshamer, a bodyfaker with bodyguards
only body you got is x, we know you did that, i got video proof
holy sh*t, like there’s a million of you, crazy
i still believe your mom about your past, you’re crazy (bbl drizzy)
sadly you made it, now you think n0body take your crown
get whacked, i’ll shoot at you like a madman
a k!ller needs to be k!lled, especially the one who f*cks 16’s
adonis, eternity and for the ones we don’t know about yet
just take my word and call dot for advice, he got y’all (bbl drizzy)
[chorus]
i’ll press that red b*tton, yo head shotted (bbl drizzy, bbl, bbl)
i stayed low on this beef ’till yo head spinnin’ (bbl)
i’ll press the red b*tton, your ass got shot (bbl drizzy)
i pray for god’s watch and, i just hope he’s watchin’

[verse 2]
look at the numbers, k*dot got you down for the third time
but it’s not just the third time you say you don’t have a child
i bet you got 3, and we only know ’bout one
and i bet you f*cked an ovo sl*t without a condom
walk me down what you’ve been through
i guess we at the end, huh?
it wasn’t so long, huh?
you not a striker or a writer with the writers who made you
get the f*ck out of compton, atlanta and toronto cause that sh*t for the weeknd
but you prolly f*cked his b*tches on the weekend
the b*tches who you meet aren’t even of age, but you go threesome
your son ripped your couches up, he wanna watch spider*man
but you ain’t even the man at home, you got ovo bros
n*gga go
finna change up this beat ’cause it’s slow
but i still gotta tell you one thing, that you’re nun’
nothing that you care about is your son
and we haven’t even mentioned another child, so you’re guessing that you won?
bro, f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, i gotta go
finish you and i’ll eat you alive, n*ggas at ovo are in debt ’cause of your lies
i’ll show who’s dead it’s gonna be drake and romeo
you pop pills next to adonis and saying that they’re great
you want your son to die? i wasn’t really surprised
but it made me go way outta my league for this
[chorus]
i’ll press that red b*tton, yo head shotted
i stayed low on this beef ’till yo head spinnin’
i’ll press the red b*tton, your ass got shot
i pray for god’s watch and, i just hope he’s watchin’
i stayed low on this beat, feel like metro made it
say some sh*t back drake, say some sh*t

[verse 3]
almost 18, well i know you in the dm’s lurkin’
battling with billie, bobby, bobbi and you make haters look worried prolly
glass shattered ’cause of the f*ckin’ prolly
make a billi’, watch me burn it, f*ck it, molly me
molest children for a milli prolly
make the city look f*ckin’ rocky
a$ap rocky, you wanted to shoot your shot but they got married
you just like diddy, kelly and the ones unfamous
discover ’em like who’s the greatest?
aubrey, n*gga you’re the worst of ’em all, b*tch
now you meetin’ with lil d*cky, b*tch y’all both corny
on a serious note your accusations will never overcome what you really did
f*cking a 17 year old was never a right thing to do, right? kid?
you a pedophile who f*ck with pedophiles that f*ck the pedophiles in ov*hoe, randomized
grab a gun, ’cause i wanna end your life
k*dot already went through your entire family minimized
my sh*t isn’t about the critics, right?
feelin’ fine when you no longer respondin’ to fake friends that got shot by your boss in the faucet
stay in ov*hoe get your b*tches a kawasaki
get out there like you got a maserati
tinted windows so that’s another violation
your label filled with molesters, is that a style for relation?
and all your creations were ass, like the b*tches you’ve been*
gon’ get it, gon’ get it
gon’ get it, gon’ get it
cry about the loved ones not the ones that you never loved
an 11 year old daughter? huh? now the question is who’s the mom?
riddle me this, are you a bomb?
what the f*ck is up in toronto are you cryin’ about the big compton?
[chorus]
i’ll press that red b*tton, yo head shotted
i stayed low on this beef ’till yo head spinnin’
i’ll press the red b*tton, your ass got shot
i pray for god’s watch and, i just hope he’s watchin’

[verse 4]
hey aubrey, i know you like lil rappers and lil p*ssy
16’s and 17’s who you with, not a flex, thats just weird, p*ssy
you go big, p*ssy, you don’t have real p*ssy
bella meant nothin’ to you, was she just one of your hookies?
the one you hook up with, the one you f*ck badly
a pedophile, that’s who you are, aubrey
now this for all your family members
you raised a f*cking monster, a predator, who keeps lurkin’ as a superstar
your children doesn’t want you anymore, give them away, they’ll treat ’em better
your parents never f*cked ’cause they wanted a child
but you’re f*cked up, you took somebody else’s life
you f*cked a s*xy b*tch cause you liked her
i guess she might be one of your writers
she red f*cked in the bed, i know who got the head
i know you thought the p*ssy was like a sled
but sh*t, she might be my mole in ovo, man
i shoot you with a gun, tried having fun
now he died and you can’t even save your son
you change every mom you playing hard
stop with those lies you did it now his body has flys
n*gga right, you’re still racist, crazy
no travis but i did a threesome, you a freak, hmm?
you always tryna f*k sumn then act diddy you hurt or sumn?
daughter, i know your kept secrets but i won’t tell lies
aubrey wanted you to die, i know it’s hard
please don’t cry there’s a better father then his lies
cry louder, i don’t care anymore just don’t side back
all the grahams i’m sorry you raised a monster
adonis and your daughter are scared of the truth
’cause k*dot will slaughter
to the mother and father for raising the n*gga
i’m happy that father left the n*gga because aubrey would’ve tried to screw you over
if he k!lled x did he also k!ll screw? i guess we never know
case closed aubrey it’s over, who you gon’ impregnate next a 7 year old?
f*ck man, grow up

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