Yo, LBGA, think you’re running the streets,

But y’all just puppets, we’re cutting your strings on these beats.

DiddyBlud talking tough, hiding behind his crew,

But when Jose rolls up, you know what’s coming through.

Sticks and stones, breaking bones,

LBGA’s cracking under our tones.

We’re the truth, no disguise,

Watch your empire crumble before your eyes.

Nefarious moves, we stay underground,

LBGA shaking, hearing our sound.

NotLikeUs? More like NotThatTough,

One track ends your reign—it’s more than enough.

This ain’t just a warning, it’s a declaration,

We’re the new rulers of this generation.

LBGA better step aside,

‘Cause when we hit, it’s like a landslide.

Call the Luigi Brothers, tell ‘em it’s done,

This war is over before it’s begun.

The streets are ours, better make way,

RibbyRizz, Jose, Meat Sticks—we may.