You Should've Known feat. Tewsly...

Bitch you should've know I was comin'

Slime time is a three peat lie, full of AI cries

BawsHawg don't got any balls dawg, so who wanna fall into the fog

I ain't put the XF suit in a while, but it still fits snug, who should I mug

You dug a grave, your destroyin' AI Slime, and you use AI,

So lemme break it down, you use AI to much AI breaks apart,

Three times you shouted, and I gotta subtract your followers list,

All your gist pint shit is a whiff miss, so I had an epiphany,

And all of a sudden you feel some sympathy, paint a picture,

Your a bitch nigga who doesn't bring the pain, pin your rhymes

To your mind and watch ring the jigga out the mixtape,

Both of y'all fake, notice I'm saying the word fake to many times,

I repeatin' bars like y'all, ate on the beat so I had to eat again on these lines

Petty fires and I wouldn't make any mistake, so the PSA is a PTSD line

Okay fine, but I'm talkin' to your bitches, all of y'all bitchless,

Less stupid the Winnie the poo, more like poop loop artist,

Artistic sponge Bob lines, so lemme find bob, and build a full diddy tower,

Since that's where your rhymatic lines come from, let's do the math

If your a mathematic I'm a rapper whose despicable on his lines, so it's a funeral

And I'm stoppin' at 22 bars, incapable to verbally speak about your numeral humeral

Disadvantage 22 shots heard round the world, Jeezy goin' fry y'all with lyrical visuals

 

(GenXjeezy 1:25)

Uh, back on the track with an old friend to bring about Slim3's and Hawg's end

Y'all can't even comprehend, bitches gettin' hit in the head with the shots we send

You full of all kinds of false accusations, manipulations and shitty defamations

I'm all out of patience, what's your expectations? I'll bury you along with your relations

You think it's a big game until I get the information, and your location is my destination

I thrive on confrontation, it's inspiration, fuck around and learn the meaning of domination

Have BawsHawg hog tied, all bullshit aside, I told you motherfuckers that I'm certified

A fucking psycho with pride, I won't be denied, take a blowtorch to his face and he'll be fried

Aggravated assault my ass, I commit homicide, you talk about prison but you lied

You picked the wrong side, make your death look like a suicide, there's nowhere to hide

See I really have been to prison, my admission, you can't come close to my vision

I've fallen and risen, battled addiction, you can never compare to me you lack the ambition

I've done the grime and lived a life of crime, while you were a little bitch playin' with slime

I've done the time, I'm still in my prime, I'll have my homie, Bubba, fuck you then make a rhyme

I'm dirtier than Pigpen, I'm a rooster, you're a hen, you wanna meet up? say where and when

I'll force feed you Ambien, like I'm Big Ben, then while you sleep have Bubba fuck you again