Motion
A couple niggas had switched up they had bitched up but I ain't trippin doe
Them niggas bitches but can't put it past em might have to wack em you'll never know
Been that young nigga popping shit
Havin more motion then the older bros
Can't name a nigga from the other side having more money off of selling bowls (who)
Come get it got it super low
Free lil sufy he ain't never fold
All my life I never ran from shit they know im quick to get this shit goin
When I got my pipe you know im known to get lit anything green then you know im blowing
He must've found out I had fucked his bitch cause this nigga hating and that shit showing
I heard he said that he done popped at me
Why the fuck these niggas capping you know you ain't send no shots at me
That shit be cap they just rappin they ain't did none to me
She bent it over got to clapping she was a fan of me
That bitch ain't want me to leave
But you know I had to go
Been staying down catching plays all day I been on the road
Ever since been having my way now that I get it for the low
Even kno i caught that case no I ain't never ever fold ...
Come on
A couple niggas had switched up they had bitched up but I ain't trippin doe
Them niggas bitches but can't put it past em might have to wack em you'll never know
Been that young nigga popping shit
Havin more motion then the older bros
Can't name a nigga from the other side having more money off of selling bowls (who)
Flip that shit and bag it up and put it all in the stash
I never gave a fuck bout drip I spend it all on some bags
Dont give no fuck about that stick I'll draw em down I'll take that
He thought he was gangster with his switch got popped at he ain't pop back
All that fake steppin
Know we go to war with any gang fuck what you reppin
Bitch im EBK I'll snatch his stain with a smith and wesson
Rapping nigga dissing take his chain teach that boy a lesson
Smack him with the stick he felt the pain he ain't wanna test it
Got a couple views of diss songs he think he hard now
He was looking gangster on the net til I pulled his card out
These niggas still ain't send no shots yet so what they talm bout
He seen my face and start running I ain't have to pull my Glock out
Them niggas bitches but can't put it past em might have to wack em you'll never know
Been that young nigga popping shit
Havin more motion then the older bros
Can't name a nigga from the other side having more money off of selling bowls (who)
Come get it got it super low
Free lil sufy he ain't never fold
All my life I never ran from shit they know im quick to get this shit goin
When I got my pipe you know im known to get lit anything green then you know im blowing
He must've found out I had fucked his bitch cause this nigga hating and that shit showing
I heard he said that he done popped at me
Why the fuck these niggas capping you know you ain't send no shots at me
That shit be cap they just rappin they ain't did none to me
She bent it over got to clapping she was a fan of me
That bitch ain't want me to leave
But you know I had to go
Been staying down catching plays all day I been on the road
Ever since been having my way now that I get it for the low
Even kno i caught that case no I ain't never ever fold ...
Come on
A couple niggas had switched up they had bitched up but I ain't trippin doe
Them niggas bitches but can't put it past em might have to wack em you'll never know
Been that young nigga popping shit
Havin more motion then the older bros
Can't name a nigga from the other side having more money off of selling bowls (who)
Flip that shit and bag it up and put it all in the stash
I never gave a fuck bout drip I spend it all on some bags
Dont give no fuck about that stick I'll draw em down I'll take that
He thought he was gangster with his switch got popped at he ain't pop back
All that fake steppin
Know we go to war with any gang fuck what you reppin
Bitch im EBK I'll snatch his stain with a smith and wesson
Rapping nigga dissing take his chain teach that boy a lesson
Smack him with the stick he felt the pain he ain't wanna test it
Got a couple views of diss songs he think he hard now
He was looking gangster on the net til I pulled his card out
These niggas still ain't send no shots yet so what they talm bout
He seen my face and start running I ain't have to pull my Glock out
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