Thumbs Down

Somebody chat to their bredrin

Tell him that his heart ain't in it

We don't rate that block over these sides (DC Beats)

We laugh at that block, it's a gimmick

His wifey came back home, don't ask if I hit it

We don't rap battle like Eminem

We just hit him where it hurts, tell little bro f—

Why's my man still tryna diss me?

Salty, can't rise a hundred or even a fifty

I knew she was fuckin' on Loski, but I still jeet that down, it was risky

Sizzly, turn up the Lambeth district

He ain't nothin' like me, he's a pickney

Ain't got back for his broski, been about six years and we're still countin'

We found him, all of that woof on the net, we pronounced him

We're livin' in head like dandruff, we gon' clean that shit like shampoo

I'm a rapper, still gettin' dirty, didn't wanna take that risk, but I had to

I was givin' out waps like Santa

When I saw Loose try diss, it was banter

Fuck that, ever seen a Moscow yute get shanked up?

Got the drop on them at his party, me and S stepped there with a Smithon

I don't get why you talk on my ting when you don't even play your position

We them boys, free my boys

Loadin' up for them eediat boys

Brand new year, new motto

You're either with this shit or you're not

I got friends in the grave that are lifers cah they really did that shit for the block

Do that shit outrageous, stepped out armed and dangerous

Shit then, put him on the news and we turned him famous

Why they try so hard to be bad boys?

I was runnin' down opps in my school clothes

New plate yutes tryna act up, we ain't got nothin' in common

L's down, L's down, thumbs down, thumbs down

Get 'round there, if you see one of them boy there, then jump out

XD really got a sweet tooth, but it don't need no fillings

I done driver, I done passy, it gets awks when I talk 'bout drillings (AWKWARD)

Aws when I talk 'bout millions, awks when I talk 'bout haters

Hand on your heart if you know you ain't did it

You ain't ever catch man timid

And my bros get pushed to the limit, either juggin' or drillin'

I've hopped out cars and I've skidded, '025, turn my L's into winnin'

Why's my man still tryna diss me?

Salty, can't rise a hundred or even a fifty

I knew she was fuckin' on Loski, but I still jeet that down, it was risky

Sizzly, turn up the Lambeth district

He ain't nothin' like me, he's a pickney

Somebody chat to their bredrin

Tell him that his heart ain't in it

We don't rate that block over these sides

We laugh at that block, it's a gimmick

His wifey came back home, don't ask if I hit it

We don't rap battle like Eminem

We just hit him where it hurts, tell little bro, "Fill it"