Sincerely-Bobby Vee

Sincerely... Shmang, shmang, pow, pow, hide your kids, hide your wife Saucy Sunday, we raping everybody out here, sheesh Yo, first of all, that beat is wack as fuck And I've been busy doing beneficial tracks and stuff It's not that I thought I was too big for the song But why would I help some niggas that's hated me all along Guns drawn when you say my name That shit is crazy, dang How you gon' act like I didn't create the AZ lane? I introduced you to Bootleg, and he said you're gay Corny as fuck and your band songs are super lame Y'all got five hundred plays in a day With five rappers on it, goddamn, what a shame I get that in a minute, before I finish my sentence So why would I have my people come listen to what you spitting? You claiming you better, different, let me give the specifics Three fours of your followers found you cause Futuristic You opened up my sold out show and I told you "rip it" You didn't wanna go first, called me and threw a bitch fit, like (I don't know, bro, there's like a thousand people coming And I'm only gonna rap for four-hundred something) Now you out here and you acting like you run it When the fact is, lil faggot, couldn't catch it if I punt it Now let's keep it a hundred, how'd you get on TeamBackPack? Who did that first? Tell me where your facts at Your biggest video is smaller than my smallest Eleven thousand views, I get that on a Snapchat To do your marketing and help you get a great look And don't you ask my DJ to spin for you now? He do it for the low and tryna help you out You really making me proud with the shit you putting out I mean, it's dope, it just sucks that it ain't getting around Cause you ain't left the town, I done like seven tours I came to Cali to extend the things I started Then as soon as I left, you lil bitches started barking Like now you got the crown and the city on your back Twenty-fifteen is your year and you still chasing after Zach Matter fact, didn't you just call me up about a week ago? Begging to get on a track with me and all my people, bro Ask me for advice like every night and I would speak it, bro Other than me, you the only nigga I believed in, bro I'm eating and you starving in the city though And who the fuck shoots all your videos? You lucky I'm not a nigga that's scheming these My roomate, I can walk in his fucking room and delete them Chanita told me that you was talking, I couldn't believe it I'm happy for you niggas, dream and I hope you achieve it It would have been cool if that's the way I was treated But nobody showed me love from the second I started speaking So I left, got a buzz elsewhere and came back I ain't never made a post 'bout putting AZ on the map I let my work do it, I let my fans prove it And speaking of "Prove It", I included you in that So it's kinda wack for you to diss me I know you get emotional, just text me if you miss me (Damn, that's kinda weird, this nigga just text me Hold on, Imma read it, it's like) "I don't know if the trolling got to you or not with that verse But I feel like you more than anyone knows what it is Didn't mean any disrespect, all for fun and competition" And I ain't 'bout to say your name, I know you probably wished it So you can tag yourself if you that desperate for attention And no, this ain't subliminal, they know just who I'm dissing It's all love, bro, friendly competition, right?