DUMB
Who is this guy?
This shit kind of off
She think that she all that, when she made my dick soft
Niggas be sneak dissing, yeah they on that TikTok
Niggas be on my dick, yeah I'm on that shit talk
Play around with Beezy, then yo ass getting shit on
First day of the month, where my Glock at?
I been sagging, got 100 bands in my pocket
Chilling with my team, we gone take off like a rocket
You block me on IG, I'm a block down where yo block at
Told that bitch I love her, when that shit was just a typo
I be buying Lambs 'cause I want to, I'm a psycho
Got a lil' bitch, you know that she gonna fight ho
Put insurance on that nigga, no I ain't Geico
Line these niggas up like it's a barbershop
I know some G's that wearing Polo, they be cap a lot
Yeah, yeah
Got a bitch you know she throw it back a lot
Yeah, yeah
Beezy way better than Kakarot
I don't care about that nigga he just be riding on my meat, he a fag
Choppa gonna send him to the sky, who he meet?
Yeah his dad
Beezy back Beezy back on that beat
Now that nigga mad
Shoot his ass shoot his ass
Fah fah
Now his momma sad
Ima drop in, brand new chain, I'm copping
Doing all that talking, I don't see no walking
I don't let no cops in, my crib ain't a walk-in
That nigga be stalking, but he still do talking
Light him up like it's Christmas, Ima get the stockings
Ima throw him, it go yeet
We gone get to poppin'
I be swervin' seeing red, they know I ain't stoppin'
You a grown ass nigga hating on me, nigga clock in
This shit kind of off
She think that she all that, when she made my dick soft
Niggas be sneak dissing, yeah they on that TikTok
Niggas be on my dick, yeah I'm on that shit talk
Play around with Beezy, then yo ass getting shit on
First day of the month, where my Glock at?
I been sagging, got 100 bands in my pocket
Chilling with my team, we gone take off like a rocket
You block me on IG, I'm a block down where yo block at
Told that bitch I love her, when that shit was just a typo
I be buying Lambs 'cause I want to, I'm a psycho
Got a lil' bitch, you know that she gonna fight ho
Put insurance on that nigga, no I ain't Geico
Line these niggas up like it's a barbershop
I know some G's that wearing Polo, they be cap a lot
Yeah, yeah
Got a bitch you know she throw it back a lot
Yeah, yeah
Beezy way better than Kakarot
I don't care about that nigga he just be riding on my meat, he a fag
Choppa gonna send him to the sky, who he meet?
Yeah his dad
Beezy back Beezy back on that beat
Now that nigga mad
Shoot his ass shoot his ass
Fah fah
Now his momma sad
Ima drop in, brand new chain, I'm copping
Doing all that talking, I don't see no walking
I don't let no cops in, my crib ain't a walk-in
That nigga be stalking, but he still do talking
Light him up like it's Christmas, Ima get the stockings
Ima throw him, it go yeet
We gone get to poppin'
I be swervin' seeing red, they know I ain't stoppin'
You a grown ass nigga hating on me, nigga clock in
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Writer(s): Jourdon Brothern
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