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)
(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)
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Lodman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.