〈BBG Steppa:〉
Gang, gang, what? what?
When we try to spin through the 〈.?.〉, them n#gg#s keep dissin’
Late night, creeping through his kitchen
Sixteen shots and I pop me a wicked
They keep dissin’ on tour like they did it
Lil Shark lucky, almost had his fitted
Tinted Nissan, won’t know who did it
I’m tryna slide, head shot, he missin’
Put that boy in the ground with his n#gg#s
One died, should’ve had his pole and the other one died because he don’t hold
They keep dissin’, all them n#gg#s bo
Give him a pole, guarantee he gon’ fold
Like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’?
I’on know but I’m gon’ blow
Shots to ya’ face, yeah, they hate us the most
How you riding’ they dick and sit in they throat
And we out tryna catch us a shark
And they put up, if not, then it’s goin’ to get dark
Catch me a R, gaurantee I’ma spark
When I be at that light, I’ma leave it in park
How you a driver but mackin’ them cars?
And ya’ b#tch suckin’ dick, she gaggin’ them balls
Hit from the back yeah I’m smackin’ her walls
She gon’ slurp off the dick, gaggin’ and all
Hop out the car, make a opp n#gg# jog
When I stand over top when he drop and he fall
Leg shot, lil bro hoppin’ and all
Bullets grab his head for tryna play ball
〈DD Osama:〉
Ayo BBG, step
When we bend through the opps, leave a mess
How many n#gg#s gon’ die in they ‘jects?
Smokin’ JB from the Sev (JB)
Lil’ Rah Rah, he died in the V (Rah Rah)
Like I said, “Sixteen to my spliff”
Catch me a nine and I empty the clip
Ddot with’ me, I bet he throw six, like
If these n#gg#s is dissin’ the gang
Whole time, these n#gg#s is lame
Spin through they side, watch us see us flame
‘Cause they talkin’ lil’ notti, they shot
Catch me a Flocka, watch his body floppin’
If he from the Ray, he get shots to his top, on bro
(Like) Like, hol’ on, I ain’t done
Yeah, I’m tired of the dissin’ and cappin’
Like, when ya’ ever made a tragic?
Smokin’ on Nazzy, and Berry, and Dice
‘Cause y’all smokin’ on Notti, it’s active
Still 300K, how y’all f#ck with the Gzz then f#ck with the Flockas?
And I’m DOAK, catch a Flocka, he meetin’ my chopper
Spin through the Sev, we yellin’, “We got one”
Call Dudeylo, he totin’ his knocker
RG with’ me, he totin’ the blaster, like, grrah-grrah
〈BBG Steppa:〉
When we try to spin through the 〈.?.〉, them n#gg#s keep dissin’
Late night, creeping through his kitchen
Sixteen shots and I pop me a wicked
They keep dissin’ on tour like they did it
Lil Shark lucky, almost had his fitted
Tinted Nissan, won’t know who did it
I’m tryna slide, head shot, he missin’
Put that boy in the ground with his n#gg#s
One died, should’ve had his pole and the other one died because he don’t hold
They keep dissin’, all them n#gg#s bo
Give him a pole, guarantee he gon’ fold
Like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’?
I’on know but I’m gon’ blow
Shots to ya’ face, yeah, they hate us the most
How you riding’ they dick and sit in they throat
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