Yeah...

Fuck Curb Boy this dude a nut of all nuts

Curb Boy bitchhh

Everybody yelling names while nobody sayin much

You call yourself a butcher but you cut with a spoon

I catch em bluffing at the table then I clear the room

You sent a laughing emoji to one of my songs

Then wrote me a novel proving something was wrong

You barkin Im loading your swagger eroding

You pacing in circles while your whole nerve folding

One grin had you arguing with echoes and tracks

Now you acting real tough while you typing in caps

You following more people than follow you back

Makes me wonder for real who got lost in the map

You battle people with AI wearing a thong

Then act shocked when the whole crowd sing along

You waving fake heat but it jam when you shoot

Every shot sound weak every threat get mute

No we not touching butts no we not homies at all

You swing at my shadow then collapse in the fall

Nobody care who you are

Get backed over by a car

You a glitch inside the game

Only screaming out my name

I roll over like a boulder crushing shoulders on sight

You got bars all over the place cant keep em tight

You not in my income bracket but you still getting taxed

Every verse another toe tag every line detached

You said me and the homies stomping you on the curb

But everyone who rush you get returned to the hearse

You talking real soldier but you flinch when I speak

Cause my verses knock loud when they land on the beat

You checking my feed like a smuggler in fear

Hoping nobody notice why you always appear

You sweating in the booth like a safe bout to pop

While Im scanning your bars with a digital lock

You waving fake switches posting pics for the nerves

But everybody know this bitch aint got the nerve

You moving like a suspect caught dead in the light

While Im walking through checkpoints grinning all night

Why am I wasting my time

This whole feud getting life

Blood on the knife

Bodies on pistols

Typing all night

You think you a threat

You a glitch in the screen

Whole reputation vanish with a click and a scheme

Every word that you fire come back with receipts

And music decide who survive on the beat

You obsessed with my name got it stuck in your mouth

Like a runner with heat tryna reroute the route

Every line leave a print every post build a case

Now you staring at your own reflection in the face

I sun like solar controller bipolar

Miss Coca Cola thought I already told her

You empty the clip but it sound like a sneeze

I hit once and the whole crowd drop to they knees

You aint in my bracket you stuck in my scope

Every bar that I fire make your image go ghost

No we not homies thats stretching it far

You just another loud mouth getting dragged by the bars

So keep screaming my name while you crossing the line

Every time that you do you just feeding mine

Curb Boy be posted in the zone

Still arguing online while the crowd head home