Shots Fired (feat. Seth Bowman)

Shots fired Yeah I'm comin for you Eat you rappers up For breakfast lunch and dinner Yeah they call me Ka$h Cause I'm the bread winner So if you got a problem Better say it with your Chest Better say it with your motherfuckin' chest Cause I'm up next Cause you know that we the mother fuckin best Speed Demon on this bitch Come here Givenz get your licks I tried to listen to your song but it didn’t click Don Dada got so many plays that now you’re throwing fits Come here bitch get what’s yours try to make a hit Pussy rub your clit You faggot bitch don’t have a dick You mad about plays shit You’d might as well quit Bitch I got some things on my motherfucking chest And I’m about to get them off And lay your bitch ass to rest Little boy talk shit Join the live got pissed Then mom took your phone away like a little kid I think it’s bedtime boy now get into your bed That you made when you tried to diss my song instead You’re a motherfucking sped And in your brain dead little head You better try to think about the fucking words that you said If you wanna have beef You can’t rap off beat So I said what I said bitch you don’t want heat Shots fired Yeah I'm comin for you Eat you rappers up For breakfast lunch and dinner Yeah they call me Ka$h Cause I'm the bread winner So if you got a problem Better say it with your Chest Better say it with your motherfuckin' chest Cause I'm up next Cause you know that we the mother fuckin best Shots fired in the motherfuckin' building Cause you know we some motherfuckin' villains While you chillin' We rippin' this shit open finna ball like Scotty Pippen Sendin shots my way but you know them bitches missin' Don Dada the motherfuckin' elite in this bitch You should know With the way that I flow That I really don't give a shit About what anybody has to say And I cant give Givenz the time of day The song that he's braggin' 'bout wasn't really his It's funny cuz his mom proved he was a little bitch He was on my live she started throwin' a fit It's all because her baby boy wanted to talk shit Talk tough lets see how he's gonna take to this hit If he doesn’t want the action now his bodies in a ditch When you get on a beat it sounds like a motherfuckin' glitch He uses autotune he sounds like lilo and stitch Bitch Shots fired Yeah I'm comin for you Eat you rappers up For breakfast lunch and dinner Yeah they call me Ka$h Cause I'm the bread winner So if you got a problem Better say it with your Chest Better say it with your motherfuckin' chest Cause I'm up next Cause you know that we the mother fuckin best In a year i’ll be a motherfucking giant like Dre I’m tired of hearing all these bitches cry over plays Bitch you have no substance you will never have a lane So get the f*ck up up up and away Get the f*ck up up up and away Steady on my grind I let my haters motivate Got a couple million plays people turnin' out fake We some motherfuckin' goats think y'all pussies should be afraid But keep on going boy I’m getting paid you’re unpaid You think i’m paying plays Bitch your head is in a haze So suck my motherfucking dick and balls while you’re at it I’m not sorry molesting bitches created bad habits Normally rappers got foreign cars and a bad bitch I'm not flexin' but in a couple months we livin' lavish These bitches walkin' around like they a motherfuckin' savage I'm ballin' on them like Shaq for Orlando Magic And dead in the head if you think that you’re ahead On the bottom is where you’ll be left drowning with regrets With regrets in your head wonderin' why your careers dead Is this because you cant make hits And Little bitch get shot cause my shots don’t miss So many holes now that they call you swiss Somebody call the doctor I think this little bitch Is gonna need help after he hears this fuckin diss