Yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa make him beatbox
Yeah, yeah, yeah (choppa make him beatbox)
Gang
Hop in this bit and then somebody dying
Them n#gg#s put up they don’t come outside
He said he a killer but he don’t be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don’t use guns he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up b#tch i’m finna go in
No i’m not dre (dretl) but i’m kicking that door in
I call that girl wendy cause i f#cked her beforе (b4)
And she just pulled up and she riding with four friеnds
Riding in miami and you know i got my heat hot
And i feel like spotem if i spotem he gone be got
And i feel like spotem too cause i be riding with that g-shock
Shoot a n#gg# in his chest and make that n#gg# beatbox
I’m high your not n#gg# you a f#cking bot
I heard you f#cked a fat b#tch and that hoe had blood clots
b#tch you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a b#tch your name is bob
And yeah that b#tch was ugly but her coochie was the f#cking bomb
One thing you should know about meezy is i’m a #ssh#l#
Ion give a f#ck about you b#tches or the bro code
I’ll f#ck your b#tch
I’ll f#ck your mom and f#ck your sis
And bro i got a question how that preowned p#ss# tasting chris? (brianna)
And yung tae wouldn’t stop that dissing now i’m on your #ss
Boy you a fat b#tch
And you don’t trap sh#t
And you ain’t got no guns n#gg# you don’t clap sh#t
Boy quit the acting you never f#cked a bad b#tch
And let me pass it back cause now i’m just talking sh#t for real
Ay i spot i got em like 2pac who shot em
Give lil bro so you know ima dot em
Put him on a shirt now his n#gg#s forgot him
Thought he was a fly from the way that i swat him
I’m talking a lot
I spot him he got
Ian lil boat but i’m riding the yacht
I feel like i’m goku i win just by plot
Don’t be acting gangster if you know you not
That’s how you get shot that’s how you get dissed
They catch your #ss lacking put you in a ditch
Ion feel like my glock cause my glock got a switch
And i’ll never switch on my homies for sh#t
Ion want a hoe b#tch i’m tryna get rich
Shoutout kv he be streaming on twitch
Your homie a rat boy we heard that he snitched
I was looking at a… and i wanted a kiss
I can’t say her name
I got 2.1k i can’t give out fame
Man these hoes do me dirty i swear they lame
Now a n#gg# blow up and they know my name
Gang
Hop on this bit and then somebody dying
Them n#gg#s put up they don’t come outside
He said he a killer but he don’t be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don’t use guns he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up b#tch i’m finna go in
No i’m not dre (dretl) but i’m kicking that door in
I call that girl wendy cause i f#cked her before (b4)
And she just pulled up and she riding with four friends
Riding in miami and you know i got my heat hot
And i feel like spotem if i spotem he gone be got (yeah it’s dretl)
Uh
Yeah
If i spot em’ he gon be got
Boy that chopper make em’ beatbox
Yeah you know i keep my heat hot
Hold up
No i’m not ty but i’m hitting em’ up
Nun of my n#gg#s be giving a f#ck
Drop that boy off like who picking em’ up
I’ll smoke a opp pack while i’m sipping my cup
But enough of that
Thuggin’ wit my brothers cause i love the set
They played his song i sound like nardo wick boy what the f#ck is that
f#ck his vest
I throw them bullets at em’ i bet touch his neck
Ch-ch-chopper make em’ beatbox
And that draco make em’ st-st-stutter step
Yeah boy that chopper make em dougie fresh
Yeah guess what i do
I tell dem’ boys to spin a block or 2
They threw a lot shots but ain’t hit sh#t cause theayne follow through
My n#gg#s lurking round corner n#gg# they been watching you
Just cause his homie moving sloppy we f#cked around got his patna too
Got em’ soon as we spotted you
One up top and the bottom too
Murders moving mothical
Going dumb it’s no logical
Ty gon’ make that chopper beatbox i make it sing with no auto-tune
Yeah you the game i been ahead of it
Talking beef ima dead the sh#t
Why hate if i got bread to get it
Ain’ lied if i said the sh#t
I did ain’t no correcting it
f#ck the judge he hit my n#gg# with a subject and predicate
I’m gone
Sike b#tch i’m going back off
Dre is the best i don’t know what you thought
Catch that boy lacking i’m knocking him off
Yeah
Yeah you know i’m bout to eat the track
Gas em up gon smoking on that n#gg# like refer pack
Push to start the whip don’t need a key for that’
Lil’ b#tch wanna kick it well she gotta pay a fee for that (fifa)
A fee for that
Yeah she gotta’ pay a…
I said lil’ b#tch wanna kick them she gotta pay a fee for that (fifa)
It’s dretl aye
Boy that’s real rap
I know them real ones gon’ feel that
I’m gone
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