Take Da L

She don't love me but stalking my page
On BT cause I'm filled up with rage
Got a knock on my waist and a strap on my back
I ain't taking it off pop a dude on the stage

Niggas be tripping on shit
Bitch you pussy ain't upping a blick
All my niggas be on that ready to slide
Say the word and we popping your shit

Bitch you smoking on who? we smoking your mans
And he lying ain't step on a grave
And these niggas they know that I'm fiening
Popping yo top the shit that I crave

He say that he gangster but came to say sorry
YNL Nigga never forgave
And I know you ain't talking bout working
How yo girl beat yo ass nigga you a slave

How you say that you love me that shit it be fake
Say i'm broke how much money you make
That nigga got aids couldn't pull a drake
Fucking raw that's a dummy mistake

Calling D Got a drum and he dumping
Knock him down shot him twice now his body be jumping
We not finna lose we leaving with something
Dont touch me allergic to cuffing

And these bitches they know they ain't safe
Call yo ex leave that boy on a chase
Bitch don't play put a hole in his face
Hold on move nigga give me my space

Bitch don't cry matter fact I don't care
Bitch you dirty hoe take out yo hair
Need some shoes lemme give you a pair
He said to be nice so you know lemme share

Said there's nun in the strap are you dumb?
My bro let them fly bet a hundred you run
Nigga pussy you don't got a gun
Bitch how many knocks bet two hundred it's none

And you wanna diss i'll put you in a box
Niggas talking they hate on the locs
Nigga sit down you not spinning no blocks
But I walk with a couple of knocks

Fix yo junk i ain't covering shit
Call you banana we gone make you split
All my niggas we taking a risk
Riding forever i'm out to commit

It's the glasses i'm taking them off
Niggas they see it and think that i'm soft
Don't be talking they broke in your loft
How is you grown but you can't even cough

And my shorty she know what's the move
And my dukes i can tell she approve
And my last she could not even choose
Said it's me but guess what bitch you lose

One more thing you can not even catch me
How you three men deep and can't scratch me
My bro took yo shorty he call that a grammy
Bitch shaking ass go crazy miami

Bitch you talking about me but you caught giving head
And yo brother ain't smoking no dead
That nigga my opp but was begging for bread
YNLK stand on what you said

And lil bitch don't speak about me
We don't argue but that's what you see
At this point ain't no us don't say there's a we
You ain't classy go fuck on a tree

And one more thing don't post on your story
And yo friend need to be on Maury
Stop speaking on me
You ain't getting no glory
I know where you lay
Get you lost like dory



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Writer(s): Mark D
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