No social dissing (feat. Sincere)
Foe nem said he wanna see me bout it
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, I shoot, I green, I see something easy bout it
I'm not you on fleece, she on her knees, I'm tryna see that talent
Pull up and get whacked, Sincere he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that
Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get whacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at
Say he really with all of the smoke and don't just talk
Well we keep the gas and like a stove, we'll hit his top
Say they moving weight and serving lines, all down the block well we flip the pounds to clean that bread after they stop
Bakery boy, I make new dope, bout like everyday
No, I won't tell you my methods, I won't put you on, boy get out my face
Shawty won't stay off my case enough, she don't get cropped like the weave
I don't do less than a 20, I'm not breaking chains, I think I start sounding like Veeze
Man, I told you not to test your luck
Lil bro, you not tough, I can't stress this all enough
Hawk him down, we finna send him up
Chest pop like he crump, me and twin stay in the cut
Yup, that's what we on
Do not walk up to me talking about you, heard my song
I might do you wrong, smoke you like a bong
I don't like your set, that's why I'm showing you what I'm on
Foe nem, say he wanna see me bout it
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, I shoot I green, I see something easy bout it
I'm not you, I'm Fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent
Pull up and get wacked, sincere, he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I show you that
Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get wacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up, on me, you know where I'm at
This a different commute
He can't talk no more, he on mute
Chopper quick to blow, I'm in the band, I play the flute
Bro forgot this, not on Fortnite land, there's no reboot
And really it wasn't me who killed your man, that's on the juice
I might X him out, not talking Xan, an I'll shoot
I forgot the D right after and, I'm so stup
I don't finish words cause I'm the man who's too cool
Obviously so cool that I don't really think that I need school
Even though I do not know what's at the end of the word stup
I can kill your mans without looking, like no scope
Oh no, I wanted the rhyme end, I mean no scoop
Who knew that I could be the best, not cocky, confident
I'm 11, out of freaking 10, don't know why I'm lying
On the skillet have your brain frying, headshot, perfect timing
Job's a hobby, I'm not clocking in, in the endI'm stocking up
Wait, what the uh, I'm not gonna cuss
Girl you make me lose control, no Russ
Like we playing c.o.d, you should know I pack a punch
So you better huddle up with your squad
With my crew, I'm like scoob, I'm a dog
I won't ever chase the wave, no rod
RF is a child of God
Lord forgive me for all my wrongs
Foe nem said he wanna see me bout it
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, i shoot i green, I see some easy bout it
I'm not you, I'm fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent
Pull up and get whacked, RF he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that
Stay right where you at, if you not you gon' get whacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, I shoot, I green, I see something easy bout it
I'm not you on fleece, she on her knees, I'm tryna see that talent
Pull up and get whacked, Sincere he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that
Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get whacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at
Say he really with all of the smoke and don't just talk
Well we keep the gas and like a stove, we'll hit his top
Say they moving weight and serving lines, all down the block well we flip the pounds to clean that bread after they stop
Bakery boy, I make new dope, bout like everyday
No, I won't tell you my methods, I won't put you on, boy get out my face
Shawty won't stay off my case enough, she don't get cropped like the weave
I don't do less than a 20, I'm not breaking chains, I think I start sounding like Veeze
Man, I told you not to test your luck
Lil bro, you not tough, I can't stress this all enough
Hawk him down, we finna send him up
Chest pop like he crump, me and twin stay in the cut
Yup, that's what we on
Do not walk up to me talking about you, heard my song
I might do you wrong, smoke you like a bong
I don't like your set, that's why I'm showing you what I'm on
Foe nem, say he wanna see me bout it
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, I shoot I green, I see something easy bout it
I'm not you, I'm Fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent
Pull up and get wacked, sincere, he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I show you that
Stay right where you at, if not you gon' get wacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up, on me, you know where I'm at
This a different commute
He can't talk no more, he on mute
Chopper quick to blow, I'm in the band, I play the flute
Bro forgot this, not on Fortnite land, there's no reboot
And really it wasn't me who killed your man, that's on the juice
I might X him out, not talking Xan, an I'll shoot
I forgot the D right after and, I'm so stup
I don't finish words cause I'm the man who's too cool
Obviously so cool that I don't really think that I need school
Even though I do not know what's at the end of the word stup
I can kill your mans without looking, like no scope
Oh no, I wanted the rhyme end, I mean no scoop
Who knew that I could be the best, not cocky, confident
I'm 11, out of freaking 10, don't know why I'm lying
On the skillet have your brain frying, headshot, perfect timing
Job's a hobby, I'm not clocking in, in the endI'm stocking up
Wait, what the uh, I'm not gonna cuss
Girl you make me lose control, no Russ
Like we playing c.o.d, you should know I pack a punch
So you better huddle up with your squad
With my crew, I'm like scoob, I'm a dog
I won't ever chase the wave, no rod
RF is a child of God
Lord forgive me for all my wrongs
Foe nem said he wanna see me bout it
Well he finna lose, he follow through and make the TV bout it
What you finna do, i shoot i green, I see some easy bout it
I'm not you, I'm fleece, she on her knees, I'm trying to see that talent
Pull up and get whacked, RF he from that pack
Dissing on my name still don't even make you hard, I'll show you that
Stay right where you at, if you not you gon' get whacked
I don't do that social dissing, pull up on me, you know where I'm at
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Writer(s): Ranen Ford
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