Dismissal (feat. Baby Nue & Vonte)

Hef!
I hit the trap and I'm posting up nigga
I don't give a fuck about a open case
If you want smoke nigga you can get grilled
And them bullets they leave you with open face
Niggas they really be trying to talk down but that shit just something I won't tolerate
Pull-up all black like the undertaker
I'm in your hood like some jumper cables
That bitch give me brain she be concentrating
These niggas be pussies they ovulating
Pull-up red dot like the Darth Vader
Go out like Tony, I'm Scarface
Run up them numbers, I run up them numbers I won't even open the safe

Run up them numbers, count up them blues
Don't spend it all on them bitches
Fronting yo move, we upping the tool see what you get fuh that dissing
Partnas be bogus so no trusting these niggas and I don't put no love in these bitches
Treat em like hoes so I fuck and dismiss you
You know this shit ain't no issue head over heel
He don't know how to feel he stay taking narcotics
Be out his body he swing with the glizzy you think that stick be his hobby
Know they gon ride, know they gone ride the wave but I ain't trying to catch em drowning
Bitch this chess not checkers so I don't owe shit to nobody

Tryna match? Gotta match a limb
Stuff that blunt when you match with Tigg
Bitches use to give me they ass to kiss now they thinking I'm mad at them
No time for that got a bag to get
BluCollardCash let's cash the check
Take out at the bank pass it out and flex
Me and my team get mad respect
Dress so down they thinking I'm broke
Fuck that designer I'm keeping my soul
BluCollardCash only threads on my coat
Smoke out the pound but I'm keeping the roaches
Breaking em down roll em up in the morning or give em to bae to put in a bowl
Thank the Lord and take my dog out the door
Start my day with a blunt and some water
Hit up Lex we got work to do, don't fuck with us we don't fuck with you
We put in work
YOU put in work for like a month or two
Nobody ever even heard of you
I handle business and rap, work a 9 to 5 and trap
Own a label that's a fact, not on the team you get taxed

Run up them numbers, count up them blues
Don't spend it all on them bitches
Fronting yo move, we upping the tool see what you get fuh that dissing
Partnas be bogus so no trusting these niggas and I don't put no love in these bitches
Treat em like hoes so I fuck and dismiss you
You know this shit ain't no issue head over heel
He don't know how to feel he stay taking narcotics
Be out his body he swing with the glizzy you think that stick be his hobby
Know they gon ride, know they gone ride the wave but I ain't trying to catch em drowning
Bitch this chess not checkers so I don't owe shit to nobody



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Writer(s): Devante Frederick
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