Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, stick my dick all down her throat
b#tch, I’m goat
No cap, n#gg#
Let me stop dissing, man
This time I won’t, this time I won’t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b#tch #ss n#gg#
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big 30 on this b#tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me rap about other sh#t now
No cap, yeah
Rap about these n#gg#s snitching, rap about how they ain’t right
Rap about when you around them n#gg#s, you can’t put down your pipe
Rap about how n#gg# beg for sh#t and sneak diss when ain’t around
Talk that sh#t, n#gg#, I ain’t no f#cking lick
n#gg#s mad, hating on me, I don’t owe no n#gg# sh#t
Everybody know I’m finna blow, n#gg#, OTF, we rich
They used to clap for me, I signed, now them n#gg#s mad as sh#t
Just spent forty in two weeks, n#gg#, you can ask my b#tch
I’m in the hood passing out G’s, I been had money, this ain’t sh#t
Whoever got them Glocks, n#gg#, we want it, I need sticks
I’m just playing, I know them people listening, I’m just talking sh#t
Only reason your songs go up ’cause all do is dissing
If I ain’t no sh#t, you ain’t no sh#t, ain’t heard about you killing sh#t
All that slide talking about you doing, no cap, them people innocent
Smurk call my phone like, “Bro, speak on that pain shit”
Label f#cking with me, king of drill, they like that gang sh#t
Quarter million dollars in lawyers, foenem still rich
Run up on him and take everything, we don’t steal sh#t
I used to bully you in school, boy, I know you still a b#tch
You told on your homie, boy, I know you still a snitch
No cap, n#gg#, with your rat #ss
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, big 30 in this b#tch, yeah
Hit the cut, pop out with Drac’ like I’m Josh
We gon’ get up on him, we don’t like shoot out no cars
On that dick when we went to the bop
Now them n#gg#s sick, that sh#t ain’t work out with the opps
Every city I go to, I’m in the trenches with them Glocks
And them opps can’t go nowhere, I have foenem get on they top
n#gg#, you almost killed yourself, found out your b#tch a bop
n#gg#, I almost smoke your #ss, I’m tweaking off this Wock’
Tweaking up in traffic, seven-six-two in your car
Yeah, no cap, I’ll have a n#gg# doing the mop
Yeah, yeah, we quick to take a n#gg# Glock
Yeah, yeah, we have them n#gg#s doing the mop, yeah
Ayy, b#tch, I’m goat, stick my dick all down her throat
b#tch, I’m goat, yeah, n#gg#s playing, you get smoked
I’m off this, uh-uh-uh, don’t get smoked, n#gg#
Big 30 sh#t, n#gg#
OTF sh#t
Haha, haha
f#ck the opps and they mom
I’m smoking Carter, haha
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