PSA
Bitch
Suck my dick, nigga, OGz (fuck everybody)
Niggas be cap rappin' (cap rappin)
Like we ain't really put niggas through it (put niggas through it)
Niggas got robbed and cried, and tryna make disses
Suck my dick nigga, uh
(Uh huh honey)
Division
Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow
Ayo Pj, what the fuck we on, bro?
(Twenty four is the goat)
These niggas know what the fuck is up, bro (uhh)
Grrah-grrah, boom-boom-boom (bitch), boom-boom-boom (uh-uh-uh)
Everything dead (uh-uh-uh, everything dead)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)
When we catch Lee Drilly, we gon' do him bad (grrah, grrah)
Set da trend, niggas smokin' your dad (baow, baow)
Ayo Dthang, I heard you a fag
Bando got shot, and he still ain't get back
And y'all still on EA dick (EA Dick)
Don't even matter, Rah still in my spliff (in my spliff)
Why they mad that we smokin' on Nick? (boom, boom, boom)
OMBk, man, we smokin' on Boomer
Yus Gz, you a bum, and your drip no good (no good)
Don't forget you almost died in your hood
When I catch CBlu, you better let it rip (let it rip)
Or if not, Monterey lost a crip
Walk down gang (grrah), blow your bitch a kiss (grrah)
Ayo Rita, I heard she a miss (gang-gang-gang)
Ayo Reelo, why you ran Rick? (gang-gang-gang)
Maybe you the reason Matt got spliffed
Like I'm tired of the dissin', its time to suit up
We could link up and ball out
You got robbed for your shit, and you cried like a bitch
When I catch you, I'm letting it all out (lettin' it all out)
How you speak on my name? Lil nigga, I made you
That backdoor was open, it hurt when I stained you
Shit that you rappin', we know that it ain't you (huh)
Nas you got got, how the fuck that shit change you?
Four Sev, Four third, Five first, suck dick
Woo, Woo 'cause I don't bop, be in my spliff
Jay spot when shh, cause shh got hit
Best friends, they ain't make no trips
Niggas caught up with J Lotti, wish you would have been a body
Bussin' off these perks, got me feelin' like a giant
If the 4's droppin' O's I don't recommend you try it
And ya diss? By the night, guarantee a nigga dyin'
Stupid nigga died on his trip tryna spin
Stupid nigga died in the club tryna front
Stupid nigga died, he got shot in his brim
Stupid nigga died, he got packed in his hood
You be movin' like a opp? Cause I really hurt opps
Put my trust in my gun every time I spin blocks
Nigga Ape got stomped, when we put him in the sky
Niggas don't got hearts, when he died, they ain't slide
(Bitch)
(OGz)
Suck my dick, nigga, OGz (fuck everybody)
Niggas be cap rappin' (cap rappin)
Like we ain't really put niggas through it (put niggas through it)
Niggas got robbed and cried, and tryna make disses
Suck my dick nigga, uh
(Uh huh honey)
Division
Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow
Ayo Pj, what the fuck we on, bro?
(Twenty four is the goat)
These niggas know what the fuck is up, bro (uhh)
Grrah-grrah, boom-boom-boom (bitch), boom-boom-boom (uh-uh-uh)
Everything dead (uh-uh-uh, everything dead)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)
When we catch Lee Drilly, we gon' do him bad (grrah, grrah)
Set da trend, niggas smokin' your dad (baow, baow)
Ayo Dthang, I heard you a fag
Bando got shot, and he still ain't get back
And y'all still on EA dick (EA Dick)
Don't even matter, Rah still in my spliff (in my spliff)
Why they mad that we smokin' on Nick? (boom, boom, boom)
OMBk, man, we smokin' on Boomer
Yus Gz, you a bum, and your drip no good (no good)
Don't forget you almost died in your hood
When I catch CBlu, you better let it rip (let it rip)
Or if not, Monterey lost a crip
Walk down gang (grrah), blow your bitch a kiss (grrah)
Ayo Rita, I heard she a miss (gang-gang-gang)
Ayo Reelo, why you ran Rick? (gang-gang-gang)
Maybe you the reason Matt got spliffed
Like I'm tired of the dissin', its time to suit up
We could link up and ball out
You got robbed for your shit, and you cried like a bitch
When I catch you, I'm letting it all out (lettin' it all out)
How you speak on my name? Lil nigga, I made you
That backdoor was open, it hurt when I stained you
Shit that you rappin', we know that it ain't you (huh)
Nas you got got, how the fuck that shit change you?
Four Sev, Four third, Five first, suck dick
Woo, Woo 'cause I don't bop, be in my spliff
Jay spot when shh, cause shh got hit
Best friends, they ain't make no trips
Niggas caught up with J Lotti, wish you would have been a body
Bussin' off these perks, got me feelin' like a giant
If the 4's droppin' O's I don't recommend you try it
And ya diss? By the night, guarantee a nigga dyin'
Stupid nigga died on his trip tryna spin
Stupid nigga died in the club tryna front
Stupid nigga died, he got shot in his brim
Stupid nigga died, he got packed in his hood
You be movin' like a opp? Cause I really hurt opps
Put my trust in my gun every time I spin blocks
Nigga Ape got stomped, when we put him in the sky
Niggas don't got hearts, when he died, they ain't slide
(Bitch)
(OGz)
Credits
Writer(s): Wockhardt Wockhardt, Pj Glizzy Pj Glizzy, Sammys Diaz, Nemo Nemo
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