[Intro] Yo I came to snap, better step back Whole little image-store starter pack whack [Verse 1] You spit like a dead-end cul-de-sac No drive, no punch, no heat, no impact Whole flow sound looped on stale playback Like a washed-up rerun nobody asked back Your hype man gassin’ a half-flat act While you pose like a boss in a thrift-store rack Big crown talk, can’t carry that hat Even your own mirror ain’t endorsing that You tweet like a wolf, move soft like a housecat Make one bold claim, then instantly backtrack Your whole tough frame got a thin foam wrap One real jab landed and your jaw went slack You ain’t top shelf, you a clearance rack Trying to sell gold with a plastic back Whole room went cold when you touched that track One verse in and they all want their refund back [Hook] Whack-whack-whack, you a hack Every bar you drop come back off-track Whack-whack-whack, fall back Whole style mismatched like a junkyard rack Whack-whack-whack, that’s facts Big loud mouth, no weight to back Whack-whack-whack, clap back Take one more swing, get sent right back [Verse 2] Your chain got shine like a flea-market plaque Your drip look borrowed with the tags still attached Your ghostwriter probably workin’ with a crayon pack Drawing fake fire while your whole voice cracks You brag on your stars, all fake zodiac You move too strange, off-beat maniac Thought you was next, got lost on the sidetrack Missed your one lane and got swallowed in the black Your whole rollout weak, no map, no tact Like a cardboard throne with a thumbtack back You flex for the lens with a staged-out flash Then fold under pressure on the first real clash That fake CEO talk got a retail cap You ain’t built for war, just a theme-night act You call that a flex? That’s a low-res patch You walk in loud, leave out gift-wrapped flat [Hook] Whack-whack-whack, you a hack Every bar you drop come back off-track Whack-whack-whack, fall back Whole style mismatched like a junkyard rack Whack-whack-whack, that’s facts Big loud mouth, no weight to back Whack-whack-whack, clap back Take one more swing, get sent right back [Verse 3] Your fans in the comments doin’ acrobat Trying to spin bad bars into artifacts Whole fanbase reaching like a broken backpack Stuffed with excuses and a couple weak hashtags You the type get booed at an open mic shack Even the soundman hit mute on the playback Your buzz all static, no hum, just crack A budget bootleg of a budget flashback This game too sharp for your foam-tip rap Too cold for your melted candle wax act Every move copied, every pose prefab Like a mannequin flex in a mall-gone black You ain’t got sauce, just a sample pack No real voice, just a patch-on patch You had one shot, then fumbled the catch Now the whole league callin’ you the king of whack [Bridge] [DROP OUT (VOCAL ONLY)] Whack That’s whack Pure whack All cap [BUILD BACK IN] Step back Fall back Clap back Get smacked Off-track Mismatched No facts Just whack [Final Hook] Whack-whack-whack, you a hack Every bar you drop come back off-track Whack-whack-whack, fall back Whole style mismatched like a junkyard rack Whack-whack-whack, that’s facts Big loud mouth, no weight to back Whack-whack-whack, clap back Take one more swing, get sent right back [Outro] Pack that act Trash that act Can’t mask that lack Whole crowd know the fact You came in fake and you left off-track Stay whack Stay whack Stay whack
