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Why niggas keep trollin? get off the gram, quit makin' them disses, go get in that car
Can't wait till I see him, a opp nigga text my phone, tryna give his ass shots like a bar
I wouldn't wanna be em he meetin' dat fye if he play with this shit better think real hard
That 223 gon' hit at his heart Slime hop out the whip stand over that boy
He must be dumb, don't send no ho, that bitch gon' die, she give up the lo
Tryna throw him the bait, finna see if he go, don't jump in that water youn know how to float
This shit get real, they tried to set my mans gotta know we closed that door
Finna grab my ski, zip up my tech, I don't need no gloves, I ain't throwin' my pole
Lil' ass nigga better stand in his place, you get out of line, I'ma come through, makin correction
These niggas know I like to hoop, try to set up a play, I'ma hit his lil' ass wit a Hesi
These nihz back door, I ain't fuckin' with Melly you know this shit dope, walk in, you can smell it
These niggas be rats whole gang been tellin, He smokin dat pack he pose to been sellin
These niggas ain't gettin' shit off, he postin' and servin' out half a zip
See all them niggas been speakin' on, bro, just send me a lo, I'm on that rip
When I'm on your ass, don't slip, don't trip
I don't need no gloves, I got good grip
I ain't throwin' my pole put it back on my hip, these niggas be hoes, see em out, get zipped
Why niggas keep trollin
Get off the gram, quit makin dem disses go get in that car
Can't wait till I see him, Opp nigga textin' my phone, tryna give his ass shots like a bar
I wouldn't wanna be him, he meetin dat fye if he play with this shit, better think real hard
That 223 gon' hit at his heart
Slime hop out the whip stand over that boy
Like Who been spinnin for Bro they posting
I ain't got no team, this my own motion
Sippin' that drink, I'm stuck on potion
New Chop .556 I know how to control it
New pack in get it gone in a moment
I been itchin to bend send a lo and I'm on it
They don't know what we in hop out, start blowin
This a opp nigga, bitch, and I'm knowin' she goin
I don't een much want her I'm passin to bro
He gon' fuck for the lo then make her get gone
I move in silent opp ah niggas been textin' me
Tryna put beef on phones
150K off rap, but I'm out here still tryna right my wrongs
Nigga ah Play with this shit, get whacked, you better not lack If you diss on songs
Why niggas keep trollin?
Get off the gram, quit makin dem disses go get in that car
Can't wait till I see him, opp nigga textin' my phone
Tryna give his ass shots like a bar
I wouldn't wanna be him, he meetin that
Fye, he play with this shit, better think real hard
That 223 gon' hit at his heart, Slime hop out the whip stand over dat boy
( Come here, Come here)
Nigga Long Live Bro