Lyrics: Kimbrya Mccraney
Music: Kimbrya Mccraney
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
These niggas is ****in' jokes, on my mama
(It’s Carbonnn, bitch)
Big Carbon, pussy nigga better stay strapped
I hate rats, I'll open hand 'em, get yo’ face slapped
Get yo' head-, never mind, 'cause I can't cap
Turn that shit down, pussy niggas can't rap
I been loaded, tried to sign me, ain't havin' no pape'
Lil’ shit, broke ass, guess he gave it to K Shiday
And just like he did her, I’ll drop a nigga same day
I don't like games, but I still want a bitch to play
Free 37, I’ll never flip or fold
I'm Choppa' Gang, tell my grandkids bang it for me when I'm old
I’m everywhere, nigga, all you gotta do is book me for a show
I ain't sayin' shit, man, tell it by my eyes if it's a go
I'm EBK, if you ain't one of mines, **** you
Tryna' count me out, I'm the sun, finna' shine all summer
Opps think they gettin' off but we on them niggas' bumper
**** you niggas, I ain't never hopped up in my car and bumped 'em
All that bein' quiet shit ain't slime
shake it ass, tryna' stay neutral
Pick a side, before it get assigned to you
Playing tough must be Atlanta shit, this nigga act like Nunu
Bae, I'm thuggin' hard, on ma' I ain't the type of bitch you used to
Gucci Mane, schizophrenic snitchin' ass nigga
Personality disorder, gangster to witness ass nigga
You havin' episodes lyin', nobody did shit to you, nigga
Man, this AI, this a clone, the Gucci we know more realer
I'ma be a lot of things but I ain't gon' never be no victim
Got the feds raiding my house, talkin' 'bout Radric Davis sent 'em
I'm in East Atlanta posted, this yo' hood ain't it, nigga?
They like "Man, Carbon, you good"
**** Gucci, ain't shit wit' him
On God, nigga, they do not **** with you
Yo' hood do not **** with you
Stop claimin' that shit
They said you could not come back
And **** K Shiday, bitch, everything you drop is wack, ho
I never heard a song from you, period, bitch
And when I see you I'ma smack you, bitch, you for the internet
And anybody wanna get sent out about this shit
On my mama, they gon' forget that they sent yo' ass
Expeditiously, I do not rap when I'm told I rap when I got shit to say
I had some shit to say