NOT A DISS (feat. Set Da Trend)

Grrah! (Grrah!)
Grrah! (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yozora
Grrah!, Grrah! (C Blu & Set Da Trend, nigga!)
Grrah
Gang
Grrah
Gang (Gang Gang Gang)!

Look
(C Blu!)
I'm not makk but they like how I'm ballin'
I'm like pass me the rock, ain't no scorin'
I shot and I knew I had their whole squad fallin'
Linked up once but not twice, she was borin'
Turn that phone off if your boyfriend keep callin'
Hit him after and say you was whorin'
If he asked you it was with C Blu
Yeah, the nigga who was screaming at who
I be spinning so much, yeah they calling me beyblade
Letting off shots while I'm screaming out ReyWay
Spinning the G and I'm looking for DayRay
And you know I won't trip about weed
Cuz you know I can't go out like DayDay

I be damned if I go out like DayDay
That boy a custer he fell off the roof
If you feeling like bishop then shoot
Pop me a perk got me feeling like you
Beat her on her back make her flip like the matrix
You can't handle the smoke then don't take it
They say that they love me do they really mean it
I told em' to purchase hop out with the demons
Stay poled up
If I don't got the gun he get poked up
Know I'm smoking explosive like jokes up

That's word to my mother I love clearing blocks
Any hoe try to line me that bitch getting shot
Keep me a .22 it fit in my pocket
Mask on just in case that I flock it
Don't got the gun then I'm moving like Jason
That boy ran so fast we thought he was racin'
To that bag yeah I run, you know I'm impatient
These hoes wanna fuck, yeah they call me famous
That pussy boy upped it, ain't oot
Why you going on drills if you anxious
If you up on C Blu, better flame it
Cuz you know when I spin I go dumb
I ain't hop out the V why they run
I was just trying to have me some fun
Tryna mix a new opp with some runtz
Country died for some chicken that's tough
Wherever I go, yeah it's tucked
If you think that I'm lacking you dumb
Red dot to your head now you Hindu
Yeah, this F.N keeps bullets like pencils
If you run, yeah, these bullets gone get you

Grah, if you run yeah these bullets gon' get you (C Blu!)

2 Pac of the month that's nothin'
Move look Got shot in his muffin'
Too many opps I don't know who I'm puffin'
Beam on the Glock, ain't no point of you runnin'
Masked up so I'm uppin' in public
She like "Setty always up to somethin"
Eight of us, bitch you know I ain't cuffin'
Eight in the Faygo this ain't Robitussin
Eight in the knocker I ain't with the tusslin'
.30 stick on me but I ain't no drummer
No they mad Rah ain't make it to summer
He was talking, should'a had his gun tucked
Smoking dummy know it fucked my lungs up
Me and C Blu like Jackie and Tucker
Slide through the block and they ducking for cover
Only the Rey I don't fuck with no other (Coastal Rey)