Yeah
Outto-Tune Tyrone
You know you mothafuckas had this coming
Wu-Chang Records
I'm gon' hit you back to back, baby
Listen to what I gotta say
Yo
Why's it okay for you to false flag, and you drive tanks
And you grind thangs
But when other crews do it, got a problem, need to whine and complain
Hate seein' thugs cry, it's a goddamn shame
Misfits moved to South and you cried, "Not fair"
Held hands, made demands and yelled, "Care Bear Stare"
GSF had our back, and their terms were fair
Vagos and Leanbois had something prepared
They false flagged as a Misfit, robbed Andrews
Took his weapons, camped my house until I ran through
Tony, Curtis, Mike and some other random dude
Planted the PD weapon on me, man, that shit was rude
And if it were me, and I had done it to you
You would've lost your damn minds and you know it is true
Your own rules don't apply to you
You only bring them up as a crutch, cuz you cucks don't know how to fuckin' lose
Wu-Chang Records went and signed the fucking GOAT
You all wanted Old TT, well here you go
I got the Tec-9 aimed at your coat
Nothin' savin' you now, not even eight bricks of coke, cuh
I'm ruthless, we can square up, leave you toothless
Wouldn't dare take this fight
Cuz you know you'd lose it
Time's runnin' out, tick tock
I bet it's hard running, Flippy, with them flip flops
I always see your salty ass laid at Pillbox
Strapped to an IV, bitch, drip drop
Speedy war'n in his Hermes every damn day
Trying to convince everyone that shit's not a tank
4v2 at my house yesterday and you got spanked
And Flippy crying like a bitch screaming, "You gon' pay!"
Yeah ok, Mr. Excuses, it's the same thing every time that you little bitch ass loses
Chang Gang got the Skittles caged in like rats
Call the Leanbois Smarties, eat the red ones last
And yellow ones get passed, and go straight to the trash
The Skittles Gang don't stand a chance and that's straight facts
It's ironic Leans bankin' off that taco booth
When Taco's laying you out alone making and bankin' off you
You sloppy ass pussies lookin' like some lunch meat
Saab's trademark should be him slumped in the front seat
Come on Curtis we know you ain't no demon (grr)
The only money shot you take is Vagos' semen (uh)
I guess I'm gonna have to start pocket cleanin'
We're up 3 tuner chips in this Teletubby season
Ellie, this life isn't for you
The Leanbois quick to ditch you in a five man crew
Shit, I would too, this is long past due
You should've been the one to fail in Buddha's old crime school
Y'all holding hands just to get by
South Side lookin' more like the hair of Tekashi69
I miss the old Eugene, what the fuck's happened to you?
You've seen a lot of wars, but this one you won't see through
You wanna be extra lean, you gotta trim the fat
So tell Ellie and Eugene they gotta fall back
Lang if you want the static
You know we got them automatics
When you not around, we been clappin' and blastin' your boys' asses
The politics in the South is a damn joke
I had enough of being South Side's scapegoat
Hey yo, Turbo, set up the meetin', change their bandanas to skittles
So we got snacks for the season
Better believe it, after this the South is gonna change
Cuz we just so damn tired of the same old same
They bully on, and do no wrong
And fucking suck each other off, oh my God
They just so mothafucking strong, we should applaud
If they coming after you, nothing you can do
Oh shit, they coming after me, how can this be
It's only gonna be another win for OTT
Skittle bitches