nolia boy// wha you think you is the posta boy//
fuck nah dusty baka son the batn boy//
pick it up stiny under wear man thats ya job// rookie yah shook you order our jersey to bigg you needed an extra small//
fullfill my shoe you wish you could neva beat me//you gonna lose twice like you mixed aids wit VD
nigga tryin ta ball coach say sit cha as on the bench//you like when i get in i havent even played a bit// thats cause you shallow you neva learned ta swim/ /
you litte bitch dont fuck wit me thats why i let ya moma in
(impersonating Nolia)
you like damn this kid is good// he get his hit from the hood
he gonna roast me shower me wit shit hold up let me get my hood
maybe wit years of practice ill be that good
this nigga roasti me like peanuts salty but soft in the middle//
im like pop tart to im like a pussy play the fiddle
( back ta me)
so before you dis and cash checks like this//
learn who you deal wit nigma man from IMFUMUZ// bitch