Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
You off rip are not my equal
Your shit corny, you bore me, your flow is fecal
Now, matter of fact, gonna make a guess
You being around in a couple of years, fat chance
Me, come on now, stop playing
It's wicked shit only, day out and day in
We barely got no radio but never again 'cause we took it
Keep your pussy poppin' money drop this weakness, we the ill shit
Now back to you, okay man, here we go
Your shit's below so-so, but you act like you don't know though
But toe to toe though, I think so, let's go, bro
Where you go though? He go extinct like a dodo
Swinging back to your boy over here, let me tell ya
In fact, they enjoy smelling fear, and they smell ya
No cap I'm finna snap, mentally and physical
On a no talent no permission pussy grabbing imbecile

[Chorus]
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, what
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, ho
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, what
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, ho

[Verse 2]
Me, off rip, and my people
Don't think you want it, but if you froggy, take a leap, ho
I love being a 'Lo, I love rocking these shows
I love gathering up, ripping shit up, stoppin'? fuck no
You? Lemme see, where do I start?
Learn to lip sync, play your part, then you can get up on them charts
Number one with a dart, bitch, you sold out your art
Stabbed yourself in the heart, 'cause you dumb bitch, not smart
Now back to me, look how I be, see what I see
My feet planted firmly, all I see is you leaving the scene
It only mean that you scared of that real shit, but I'm a fiend
And free to flee the restraints from their corporate machine
Speaking of you, let's swing back and have a look
You give a fuck about your audience, prey on 'em like a crook
Put some panties on your neden, don't forget to hide them titties
All you talk about is givin' up that ass, 'cause you shitty

[Chorus]
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, what
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, ho
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
This ain't that bitch, this that boy
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, what
A-rig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig-a-dig, ho