Reincarnated (32k diss)

(n*ggas b*tches)
(aye that dot is on my)
(shoutout Tmudra b*tch)
(gb3 sh*t n*gga, long live bunk, long live jb, free quan)
(free da guyz)
Aye
Heard dese b*tches tryna come up off my name
They speaking on lul noah like they know he ain't gon bang
I ain't neva ducked no action, b*tch I'm waiting fa the pain
I ain't neva meant to hurt you, b*tch you knew you was the main
But it don't matter, f*ck dat sh*t
I heard y'all girls was tryna diss,
Boy I been passed the campaign, they know I'm wit the sh*tz
Ain't no madden, we gon blitz
100 rounds fa lil mitch
I know one thing and that's fa certain,
You ain't gon play me like no b*tch
I had yo heart inside my hands, I held it like a crook
I had that fake tattoo on my arm, to see how that sh*t look
I ain't nothing like them boys, lul noah neva shook
I just went up on the scoreboard, put 10 inside my book
I ain't neva ducked no smoke, f*ck wit me ya Jux might choke
I know you didn't love me much but girl I really loved yo soul
But I guess it had to end
(like damn we couldn't even be friends)
I know yo ex gave you a 4, but girl I give yo ass a ten
Like mmm, damn you could've been my mrs.
Me and you against the world, I ain't see no competition
N*ggas dissing on my name, man they just tryna make business
Like if they dissed upon yo name,
I would've came right through wit switches
Cracked the rim on ha hoe,
You know he wouldn't speak tho
I Heard that lace front leaning,
Don't even try to play h*e
Last n*gga tried to play wit me,
They tried to make his case closed

I'm getting to the cheese like my favorite food was queso
Heard dese b*tches tryna come up off my name
They speaking on lul noah like they know he ain't gon bang
I ain't neva ducked no action, b*tch I'm waiting fa the pain
I ain't neva meant to hurt you, b*tch you knew you was the main
But it don't matter, f*ck dat sh*t
I heard y'all girls was tryna diss,
Boy I been passed the campaign, they know I'm wit the sh*tz
Ain't no madden, we gon blitz
100 rounds fa lil mitch
I know one thing and that's fa certain,
You ain't gon play me like no b*tch, n*gga
(gang sh*t)
(f*ck wit me you get yo brain split)
(that's how it's gon go)
(b*tch)



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Writer(s): Noah Lodman
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