FedEx
Said you trying to kill me bitch why I ain't dead yet
Is you crippin or cranky
He need him some bedrest
That niggas all cap like a kid on a headset
Snitch nigga stalkin me
I call 'em Fed-ex
Want you a body
Then bitch nigga get it
You like to talk
And I'm reachin my limit
Move greasy, get popped
Pussy run like a chicken
He done got a big head
I might just have to split it
Act like a hoe but this shit not a movie dude
Get you boxed up dirt not a cubicle
This shit in pocket is real constitutional
You must not know what the fuck I will do to you
Stomp 'em out in slippers
Yall is not some hitters
Glock will sock and bop and knock him out his knickers
Hit 'em with a open hand, then the fist
Nigga fuck a duece
Rock, paper, scissors
God-dang, I aint gon' ever stop doing my thang
People hoed up on me
I stayed the same
Rolled down the window and ain't let it bang
Lil nigga not gangsta, just angry and lame
Shit jump like Shad Moss
Please don't act up
And get splashed on the asphalt
I am not cool with you bitch nigga back off
Take off his face
And I don't need no bath salt
Bitch I stay eatin, Ichiraku ramen
Defeat enemies, and beat 'em till he's cryin
Nigga said he gonna rob me
But he's lying
Shield of David on me, hangin' and it's shinin'
Yuh, you not a opp you pest
Catch you in the store
And punch you in the chest
You will get hurt
I ain't the one to test
Fan ass boy
I know the bitch obsessed
Yeah you bitchmade
You ain't man at all
Shotty sound just like a cannonball
You rappers suck
I'm ain't a fan of yall
I don't think you wanna get the man involved
Don't trust the number, I won't answer calls
That man actin out
Yea he must have some gall
Cuz when I back it out
And make 'em crap his drawls
Ain't no wishin back
Bitch this ain't dragonball
Diss me with lyrics you know you won't act on
You never slid on no shit but a strap on
Got him off my dick
And he tryna get back on
D'monta got punched, and ran
Then made a bad song
Cut fake niggas off like a blade And some butter
I'm swangin my slugger
It's makin him buffer
Shit started to stink so I came out the gutter
Them niggas ride dick like they gay with eachother
Come outside aye
Come outside aye
Swore to god that he was tough
And now he's hidin' aye
Come outside, aye
Come outside, aye
Swore to god that he was tough
And now he's hidin' aye
Pussy
Is you crippin or cranky
He need him some bedrest
That niggas all cap like a kid on a headset
Snitch nigga stalkin me
I call 'em Fed-ex
Want you a body
Then bitch nigga get it
You like to talk
And I'm reachin my limit
Move greasy, get popped
Pussy run like a chicken
He done got a big head
I might just have to split it
Act like a hoe but this shit not a movie dude
Get you boxed up dirt not a cubicle
This shit in pocket is real constitutional
You must not know what the fuck I will do to you
Stomp 'em out in slippers
Yall is not some hitters
Glock will sock and bop and knock him out his knickers
Hit 'em with a open hand, then the fist
Nigga fuck a duece
Rock, paper, scissors
God-dang, I aint gon' ever stop doing my thang
People hoed up on me
I stayed the same
Rolled down the window and ain't let it bang
Lil nigga not gangsta, just angry and lame
Shit jump like Shad Moss
Please don't act up
And get splashed on the asphalt
I am not cool with you bitch nigga back off
Take off his face
And I don't need no bath salt
Bitch I stay eatin, Ichiraku ramen
Defeat enemies, and beat 'em till he's cryin
Nigga said he gonna rob me
But he's lying
Shield of David on me, hangin' and it's shinin'
Yuh, you not a opp you pest
Catch you in the store
And punch you in the chest
You will get hurt
I ain't the one to test
Fan ass boy
I know the bitch obsessed
Yeah you bitchmade
You ain't man at all
Shotty sound just like a cannonball
You rappers suck
I'm ain't a fan of yall
I don't think you wanna get the man involved
Don't trust the number, I won't answer calls
That man actin out
Yea he must have some gall
Cuz when I back it out
And make 'em crap his drawls
Ain't no wishin back
Bitch this ain't dragonball
Diss me with lyrics you know you won't act on
You never slid on no shit but a strap on
Got him off my dick
And he tryna get back on
D'monta got punched, and ran
Then made a bad song
Cut fake niggas off like a blade And some butter
I'm swangin my slugger
It's makin him buffer
Shit started to stink so I came out the gutter
Them niggas ride dick like they gay with eachother
Come outside aye
Come outside aye
Swore to god that he was tough
And now he's hidin' aye
Come outside, aye
Come outside, aye
Swore to god that he was tough
And now he's hidin' aye
Pussy
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Grandison
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