Buford
Ayy, ugh
Shit, b#tch
Ayy, you n#gg#s done started me, you know?
Ugh, real Murda Worth sh#t
Huh, Cali’? Like, I ain’t even f#ckin’ know this sh#t, man
You know how the f#ck we rockin’, man
I’m still smokin’ 27, b#tch!
You know I ain’t with the flexin’, b#tch!
If you get caught up then you gonna snitch! Ayy
KA$HDAMI gon’ run to his mommy when we do a hit! Ayy
Ah, sh#t!
How in the f#ck is you Brim and you keep throwin’ up Crip?
Ah, sh#t! sh#t!
Lil’ #ss kid, he finna get his body thrown in a ditch!
Big #ss ‘Wood, I’m startin’ to get high than a b#tch!
Slid through his hood, we snuck up on ’em, then he got blicked!
Haha, n#gg#s always wanna diss me, man, f#ck off my dick, man
Y’all wanna take auto-tune off, wanna go no auto
Man, put some energy in that sh#t, b#tch!
Have you did a hit? b#tch, never
Dissin’ on me? b#tch, clever
I guess that’s the only way n#gg#s find leverage
Kick through his door, up the Glock, then stretch ’em
Maybe when that happens, he’ll get the message
Know where I’m at, lil’ boy, I’m in Texas
I’m not with the dissin’, n#gg#, I’m respondin’
Imagine bein’ in a cell with no clock, you cryin’
The ARP hit his back, now, I got that lil’ boy lookin’ around like, “Why?”
n#gg#s only diss me ’cause I’m fire
n#gg#s takin’ my flow ’cause I’m fire
We gon’ kick in his door with the fire
Then hit his momma in the mind
How in the f#ck is you dissin’ the Dart Gang, b#tch, you don’ lost yo’ mind
He don’ lost his mind, we gon’ up that .9, spill his brain and help him find it, b#tch
Ayy
You know n#gg#s wanna speak on me, like-
I ain’t with the dissin’, you know?
I’m just-respondin’, you know?
Like, n#gg#s say I be cappin’ on the ‘net, but-
Stop playin’ on my f#ckin’ name, n#gg#
You a lame #ss lil’ n#gg#, boy
Internet n#gg#s, man
King of no auto, man, go
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