5onnit
Tell lil bro to stop the dissin', I'm tryna switchin' with this new glizzy
And I got fifty shots for any nigga who play bet, he gon' feel it
It's three a.m., this Glock up on my lap, I might turn to a villain
My mama asked me how I cope, I told her, ask me about some killings
Hell nah, I just be playin', ever since that day, she looked at me like she won't speak again
I call up C4 or S5, they gon' bring my new favorite gen
You better not show no set-up signs, cause you know I'll kill my own kin
And that's on God,
I got five for any nigga who wanna play
Lil' bro tweakin', went up on a lick, his dumb ass left a stain
I call, my shooter 23, cause he gon' shoot it like he Dame
I call, my right hand lil bronny', cause he gon' shoot it like he James
Get down, you hear them switches, pop up out the cut
He dissin' on lil nut, I gotta get him
Lil' bro had called me out, my name inside that school, I had to hit him
Mama put me up in therapy, she said my son is wicked
You know I got a goofy pride, pull up to the party, and say whats jiggin
Yeah, i gotta Glock with a switch on the back Gen 4 on God dat bitch trippin
But I can merch right hand to God you speak On Nas yo ass goin be missin
I know a nigga was talkin' bad, but he got Smacked for all that dissin
So how he die? And he aint gon' mention It, in songs, just know that this brother is not alive
Remember that time we was downtown, Atlanta caught boy down bad boy' that's on 5
I know that nigga we dissin' on Twitter, I think he gay, boy, show your pride
And all that bright shit, your motherfucka ran off and killed that boy like Bryce
He got smacked, don't mean no diss, can't wait To catch up with what's his name
This Drac gon' blow him a kiss, I knowin that, She want me back
But I don't want that bitch, I'm like the quarterback
They call a play on God, I sent that blitz, oh, Shit
I swear to God, I sent that blitz, yeah, he talkin' like he hard
I bet i Smack across his shit, and he keep dissin' on my name
I think its time to meet, this switch, you would've thought my drac is gay
How that bitch gave him a kiss, oh, yeah, yeah
I'm sayin' cool, stay out of the way
Yeah, we just hit a lick, I just buck me for a new Drake
Yeah, you know she throwin' ass, she throwin' fast, she got some cake
She gettin' a little ahead of herself, I think it's time for me to back, oh, yeah, yeah
Hold on, stop the car hop out on feet
While lil buddy's tried' to run, he trippin', felt it, he got beat
When I hop up out my body, you know I'm fast, up on my feet
Come through his one-way, light it up, you know I had to, use my gliz
Ayy, yeah, I don't got it, heard that pussy boy keep talkin' on my name
Must wanna be like yo lil homie
Send him up, just like a plane
Can't believe I fucked with that, that hoe, A Scram that hoe, a lame
You keep talkin' like you like that, pussy boy, you don't got no stains, and that's on God
Walk him down with ARP, feel like KP in that bitch
Yeah, the scope came with a beam, tammat Ptso
Bitch, your clothes come from Shein, ha-ha, nigga thought it was a joke
Walk him down, turn his ass to a meme, and that's on Soul
Everybody get down, he tried to buck, we made the ass sit down
They're tryin' to meet that fuck nigga bitch now
Nigga, who lame, we the ones lit now
Got a little switch, man, it go fli flow
Look like Post Malone, block shit, this shit
Until it click out, that's on God
I got five for any nigga who want static
Stay up in the A, I swear to God, this shit get tragic
Why you braggin' about that bitch
What the fuck, her ass is plastic
Pushin' niggas out the way
Since they think they fuckin' traffic,
Oh, yeah, yeah
Got a Glock, bet I won't miss
Can't wait to catch up with wassaname
And that Drac gon' blow him a kiss
And he keep dissin' on my name, I think it's time to meet this switch
And why she keep on talkin' out her neck lil' bitch just suck this dick
Oh, yeah, yeah
And I got fifty shots for any nigga who play bet, he gon' feel it
It's three a.m., this Glock up on my lap, I might turn to a villain
My mama asked me how I cope, I told her, ask me about some killings
Hell nah, I just be playin', ever since that day, she looked at me like she won't speak again
I call up C4 or S5, they gon' bring my new favorite gen
You better not show no set-up signs, cause you know I'll kill my own kin
And that's on God,
I got five for any nigga who wanna play
Lil' bro tweakin', went up on a lick, his dumb ass left a stain
I call, my shooter 23, cause he gon' shoot it like he Dame
I call, my right hand lil bronny', cause he gon' shoot it like he James
Get down, you hear them switches, pop up out the cut
He dissin' on lil nut, I gotta get him
Lil' bro had called me out, my name inside that school, I had to hit him
Mama put me up in therapy, she said my son is wicked
You know I got a goofy pride, pull up to the party, and say whats jiggin
Yeah, i gotta Glock with a switch on the back Gen 4 on God dat bitch trippin
But I can merch right hand to God you speak On Nas yo ass goin be missin
I know a nigga was talkin' bad, but he got Smacked for all that dissin
So how he die? And he aint gon' mention It, in songs, just know that this brother is not alive
Remember that time we was downtown, Atlanta caught boy down bad boy' that's on 5
I know that nigga we dissin' on Twitter, I think he gay, boy, show your pride
And all that bright shit, your motherfucka ran off and killed that boy like Bryce
He got smacked, don't mean no diss, can't wait To catch up with what's his name
This Drac gon' blow him a kiss, I knowin that, She want me back
But I don't want that bitch, I'm like the quarterback
They call a play on God, I sent that blitz, oh, Shit
I swear to God, I sent that blitz, yeah, he talkin' like he hard
I bet i Smack across his shit, and he keep dissin' on my name
I think its time to meet, this switch, you would've thought my drac is gay
How that bitch gave him a kiss, oh, yeah, yeah
I'm sayin' cool, stay out of the way
Yeah, we just hit a lick, I just buck me for a new Drake
Yeah, you know she throwin' ass, she throwin' fast, she got some cake
She gettin' a little ahead of herself, I think it's time for me to back, oh, yeah, yeah
Hold on, stop the car hop out on feet
While lil buddy's tried' to run, he trippin', felt it, he got beat
When I hop up out my body, you know I'm fast, up on my feet
Come through his one-way, light it up, you know I had to, use my gliz
Ayy, yeah, I don't got it, heard that pussy boy keep talkin' on my name
Must wanna be like yo lil homie
Send him up, just like a plane
Can't believe I fucked with that, that hoe, A Scram that hoe, a lame
You keep talkin' like you like that, pussy boy, you don't got no stains, and that's on God
Walk him down with ARP, feel like KP in that bitch
Yeah, the scope came with a beam, tammat Ptso
Bitch, your clothes come from Shein, ha-ha, nigga thought it was a joke
Walk him down, turn his ass to a meme, and that's on Soul
Everybody get down, he tried to buck, we made the ass sit down
They're tryin' to meet that fuck nigga bitch now
Nigga, who lame, we the ones lit now
Got a little switch, man, it go fli flow
Look like Post Malone, block shit, this shit
Until it click out, that's on God
I got five for any nigga who want static
Stay up in the A, I swear to God, this shit get tragic
Why you braggin' about that bitch
What the fuck, her ass is plastic
Pushin' niggas out the way
Since they think they fuckin' traffic,
Oh, yeah, yeah
Got a Glock, bet I won't miss
Can't wait to catch up with wassaname
And that Drac gon' blow him a kiss
And he keep dissin' on my name, I think it's time to meet this switch
And why she keep on talkin' out her neck lil' bitch just suck this dick
Oh, yeah, yeah
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