Top Aimers ft. FrankNitty

392, 300, bitch I'm racin' Catch yo ass broad day, hawk it down, can't

Get away from it Dissin niggas you ain't kill, now you chasin it

Fake ass internet thugs, stay away from Me You know the aimers cool as fuck, but we a bake

Some shit Don't talk to me about some goofy rappers

Who be makin' diss You should really worry about us, you gon

Make the list Bitch, wen u hear it bus it ain't a greyhound

Tough, standin' tall just like a dog, we made him lay down

He a hog, we love chase down, spray his back, he hit the ground

Now he a pack, we finna lace em Life like Liam, see your bitch out, now she

takin' I'm tryna fuck, don't wanna date her