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You ain't special I had that bitch first
Keep talking shit
You going to wind up in a hearse
Making hella racks just off this one verse
Keep fucking with me
You going to end up in the dirt
Keep fucking with me
You going to end up on a shirt
I don't play that shit
I'll leave yo life cursed
Claiming that she left me
But I left that bitch first
Sucking me at school
And I nutted on her shirt
Talking 'bout my last bitch
She ain't no good
Bitch nigga from the 415
You are not hood
I'm not the one
Let's make sure it's understood
Let's not forget how
She was with you
But she wanted my wood
Yeah, this ain't no diss track
Or maybe it is
But you'll never get yo lick back
Keep talking shit
You going to end up getting
Bitch slapped
You can have that hoe
And I don't want that bitch back
You can say my shit is ass
I do not care
Say that shit to my face
'Cause I am not scared
Can't run the ones 'cause
You going to think it ain't fair
You need yo little gang
You hairy ass grizzly bear
Yeah I called you a bitch
And what about it
You not going to do shit
I highly doubt it
Seen how you act over that
Bitch you was pouting
I'm making hella money
While you over there clowning
Ima get rich
While you somewhere frowning
Sipping away yo sorrows
And yo soul low key drowning
Drinking and drinking
You might as well down it
Go ahead and die
Could care less about 'em
That's low key crazy
But not as crazy
As yo shorty swallowing my babies
This ain't over no bitch
Cus I got a better lady
Cus you a bitch too
So don't get too crazy
And nigga stop capping
Talking hella shit
About my music and my rapping
You don't got no future
Go start trapping
In a small house
And them roaches with you napping
You wanna go and jump me
Somewhere when I'm lacking
When I got hella money
And you ain't even stacking
Someone go blow his nose
I think he need a napkin
I got that thing on me
I promise that I'm packing
(Bitch ass nigga from the 415)
415 bitch, 415 ho, 415 pussy
I am not your bro
Please don't overlook me
If you want to run the ones
You going to have to book me
Oh you got a mid bitch
Oh you want a cookie
She look like Michael Jackson
With the "Hee-Hee"
With her box head
It built like a TV
Can't wait to get some diamonds
I'ma get some VVS
Nigga trying to copy my style
Nigga you can't be me
Keep talking shit
You going to wind up in a hearse
Making hella racks just off this one verse
Keep fucking with me
You going to end up in the dirt
Keep fucking with me
You going to end up on a shirt
I don't play that shit
I'll leave yo life cursed
Claiming that she left me
But I left that bitch first
Sucking me at school
And I nutted on her shirt
Talking 'bout my last bitch
She ain't no good
Bitch nigga from the 415
You are not hood
I'm not the one
Let's make sure it's understood
Let's not forget how
She was with you
But she wanted my wood
Yeah, this ain't no diss track
Or maybe it is
But you'll never get yo lick back
Keep talking shit
You going to end up getting
Bitch slapped
You can have that hoe
And I don't want that bitch back
You can say my shit is ass
I do not care
Say that shit to my face
'Cause I am not scared
Can't run the ones 'cause
You going to think it ain't fair
You need yo little gang
You hairy ass grizzly bear
Yeah I called you a bitch
And what about it
You not going to do shit
I highly doubt it
Seen how you act over that
Bitch you was pouting
I'm making hella money
While you over there clowning
Ima get rich
While you somewhere frowning
Sipping away yo sorrows
And yo soul low key drowning
Drinking and drinking
You might as well down it
Go ahead and die
Could care less about 'em
That's low key crazy
But not as crazy
As yo shorty swallowing my babies
This ain't over no bitch
Cus I got a better lady
Cus you a bitch too
So don't get too crazy
And nigga stop capping
Talking hella shit
About my music and my rapping
You don't got no future
Go start trapping
In a small house
And them roaches with you napping
You wanna go and jump me
Somewhere when I'm lacking
When I got hella money
And you ain't even stacking
Someone go blow his nose
I think he need a napkin
I got that thing on me
I promise that I'm packing
(Bitch ass nigga from the 415)
415 bitch, 415 ho, 415 pussy
I am not your bro
Please don't overlook me
If you want to run the ones
You going to have to book me
Oh you got a mid bitch
Oh you want a cookie
She look like Michael Jackson
With the "Hee-Hee"
With her box head
It built like a TV
Can't wait to get some diamonds
I'ma get some VVS
Nigga trying to copy my style
Nigga you can't be me
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Writer(s): Von Williams
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