Cdg

(Grrah, grrah grrah)
(Baow-baow-baow)
(Like, why the fuck would you?)
(Why the fuck would you diss?)
(Geek, geek)
(Geek-geek-geek-geek-geek-geek-geek)
(Grrah, baow-baow)

Why the fuck would you speak on the guys?
Head-tap gon' fuck up his mind
Dissin' on gang and we sendin' like five
Fuck the opps, stop chattin' on live
Smokin' on Caine he got shot in his side
Opp thot in the cut tryna ride
She tryna line I'ma up it and boom
Lil' baddie she shakin' the room
Head tap send him to his doom
No NLE but I stay with my Choppa
Can't wait till I catch me an oppa
Dickin' her down I got beef with her father
Chop no stock gon' kick like soccer
Knock off his dreads if he think he a rasta
Big CDG so you better not vex me
Off the liquor I be feelin' sexy
And she mad 'cause I'm fuckin' her bestie
No Disney I keep me an XD
Flock out the V he get hit with the lefty
I'mma buggout you better not test me
Ooter dumpin' till that shit is empty
Big EBK tell the opps suck dick
Sayin' my name I'mma slide wit' a stick
All black masked up tryna catch me a hit
Glock with a switch and I'm lettin' it click
Speak on the guys you get shot like a flick
Spin in that V that car gettin' flipped
.55 to his chest and his lungs got split
Gun up jam up he get beat with the blick
Dump it on feet I don't need no assist
Rah you a bitch you ain't never did shit
Ddot should've died got poked in his ribs
Lil' nigga ran up got punched in his jibs

(Man)
(Chasedown Gang man)
(You know what it is bro)
(Freestyle bro)
(2022 is my year)
(22 is your year bro)
(We all going up together)
(Big CDG, big Stain Gang
(End of discussion)
(Grrah)



Credits
Writer(s): Mir Flocko
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link