Not a Diss
Yeaaa
Flah Flah
Flah Flah
Flah Flah
Woooooop
Woooooop
Woooooop
Foe nem hop out
Dumping with that twin mag
No get back
Nigga think we cliquing up
His shit splat
Me & Clayski in the back court
With a strike
10K for his life
How he want to do a song
With Wop
You the goofy type
That ain't paper work
The police searched my phone
I post it twice
4 years of my life
You shot the air
Bitch don't believe the hype
Backstage with this Chop
And all the hoes
You don't own a pipe
Broke bitch steady wearing niggas clothes
Wearing niggas ice
Straight to ICU
They shot the floor once
They don't need a pipe
We came through
They smack the curb
Them switch shells
Make a nigga fight
I just fucked a new bitch
In the city
She want Raf, Givenchy
I just checked my cousin eyes
It's blood
Everyday he spinning
Check his recent stories
We off drugs
Tryna catch him chilling
Twenty if you bring him to me living
Then we kill the shipping
Niggas pussy
Niggas brought they mama
To the trenches
I'm the first to pull up rolls
And bring a Glock
Back to the trenches
Foe nem hop out
Kill em
That's for that lil trick shot
Out the window
They say hit the stu
& go off
I'm out tryna catch this nigga!
See these clothes
They ain't regular clothes
They cost a dub
And this shit inside my cup
It cost a G
We call it Mud
If I blow up
Then it's fuck a bitch
Tryna buy my niggas Guns
Seen my nigga snatch one
Off somebody waist
Nigga free lil cuz
Im the nigga
Lost a portion of they life
& caught a buzz
How the fuck
You damn near 40
With no pipe you tryna run
Took me 3 days
Just to find out
Where they at
We ain't seen em since
Lil bro let that bitch ride out in Neutral
He ain't picture this
Cuz let bout 10 shots out his nick
They still driving hit
Play with us
Bring Robert out the crib
He tell us who we hit
Put kings all in the mix
Like we won't spin
Up on they shit
How the fuck
You turned to mexican?
Put tacos in yo shit
(Muchos Glacias)
Had to fall back from my Bitch
She think she Ari
She ain't that
At our trial date
It was 2 police & Josh
And that's on Mac
Everything you got
I got!
Now ain't no flodging
Let's speak facts
You ain't go trial because me?
WE GO TO TRIAL
BITCH WE GET CRACKED!
Cut his cable
Niggas Faking labels
Really sound unstable
How the fuck
You shoot from down the street
The Glock back on my table?
Got a ten
Gone backdoor yo friend
That shit still on the table
How the fuck is that
Yo muscle?
It's a K.O
He ain't save you!
Get for real
This nigga a fan
Ain't tryna kill
In this strike
Tryna see when he come out
His sister crib
I wouldn't call this shit a diss
Because you won't slide
Or do no drills
You got one time
Just to fuck up
On my daughter
Bitch you nailed!
(On My Daughter Nigga)
Foe nem grave bitch
Foe nem
We been on Belmont bitch
Foe nem grave
We trailing that car
Every fucking time
Bitch on my daughter
You got one time nigga
You lucky you deleted yo IG
Nigga on foe nem grave
We gone nail yo bitch ass
Flah Flah
Flah Flah
Flah Flah
Woooooop
Woooooop
Woooooop
Foe nem hop out
Dumping with that twin mag
No get back
Nigga think we cliquing up
His shit splat
Me & Clayski in the back court
With a strike
10K for his life
How he want to do a song
With Wop
You the goofy type
That ain't paper work
The police searched my phone
I post it twice
4 years of my life
You shot the air
Bitch don't believe the hype
Backstage with this Chop
And all the hoes
You don't own a pipe
Broke bitch steady wearing niggas clothes
Wearing niggas ice
Straight to ICU
They shot the floor once
They don't need a pipe
We came through
They smack the curb
Them switch shells
Make a nigga fight
I just fucked a new bitch
In the city
She want Raf, Givenchy
I just checked my cousin eyes
It's blood
Everyday he spinning
Check his recent stories
We off drugs
Tryna catch him chilling
Twenty if you bring him to me living
Then we kill the shipping
Niggas pussy
Niggas brought they mama
To the trenches
I'm the first to pull up rolls
And bring a Glock
Back to the trenches
Foe nem hop out
Kill em
That's for that lil trick shot
Out the window
They say hit the stu
& go off
I'm out tryna catch this nigga!
See these clothes
They ain't regular clothes
They cost a dub
And this shit inside my cup
It cost a G
We call it Mud
If I blow up
Then it's fuck a bitch
Tryna buy my niggas Guns
Seen my nigga snatch one
Off somebody waist
Nigga free lil cuz
Im the nigga
Lost a portion of they life
& caught a buzz
How the fuck
You damn near 40
With no pipe you tryna run
Took me 3 days
Just to find out
Where they at
We ain't seen em since
Lil bro let that bitch ride out in Neutral
He ain't picture this
Cuz let bout 10 shots out his nick
They still driving hit
Play with us
Bring Robert out the crib
He tell us who we hit
Put kings all in the mix
Like we won't spin
Up on they shit
How the fuck
You turned to mexican?
Put tacos in yo shit
(Muchos Glacias)
Had to fall back from my Bitch
She think she Ari
She ain't that
At our trial date
It was 2 police & Josh
And that's on Mac
Everything you got
I got!
Now ain't no flodging
Let's speak facts
You ain't go trial because me?
WE GO TO TRIAL
BITCH WE GET CRACKED!
Cut his cable
Niggas Faking labels
Really sound unstable
How the fuck
You shoot from down the street
The Glock back on my table?
Got a ten
Gone backdoor yo friend
That shit still on the table
How the fuck is that
Yo muscle?
It's a K.O
He ain't save you!
Get for real
This nigga a fan
Ain't tryna kill
In this strike
Tryna see when he come out
His sister crib
I wouldn't call this shit a diss
Because you won't slide
Or do no drills
You got one time
Just to fuck up
On my daughter
Bitch you nailed!
(On My Daughter Nigga)
Foe nem grave bitch
Foe nem
We been on Belmont bitch
Foe nem grave
We trailing that car
Every fucking time
Bitch on my daughter
You got one time nigga
You lucky you deleted yo IG
Nigga on foe nem grave
We gone nail yo bitch ass
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