Juvenile

Come on

Come on

Come on

Yeah

Yeah

Back to rapping, I been in that car

Fuck nigga, you ain't clap shit, stop cappin in dem bars

That nigga dissed in a caption, now he a caption

His dumbass wit da stars

Play me in public, I'm crashing

I got on fashion

'Miri on me and AR

Drop yo lo

Whip my stick out blow

Switch comin, he kissin da cement

He want beef bout a hoe

That ain't my hoe

Don't kiss her, cause she ate seamen

Please believe me

I lay down at night

Pray to God that I am not no demon

But if you want to go meet God, come test your luck

I'm not with the yelling and screaming

Bitch, nigga got hit in his shit

Trying to beef like warzone, run up and finish him off

Bitch ass niggas is not my kind

They ask me why? he won't cut my cloth

Niggas be charmin as shit onna men

Swear to god on da guys, these niggas be soft

Hundred shots come through the front of the car

I'm the one that got off

I ain't nothing like dolph

we back on defense, they never spin

But if they come through, then we pickin' em off

Three blats on the E, niggas be in the wind

I grab that, blrrd, nigga piss me off

I'm not trying to hear what you did or Slid

You ain't do shit to me so that shit just talk

Shit getting hot Outisdd

Better keep yo shit in yo

Dip when you go on a walk

BLRRD, that's all he heard when he came out the ride

We spank shit for real in the field

Tryna catch these kills, nigga, fuck a rhyme

They was duccin they heads,

Niggas came through, start dumping that shit

Give a fuck who die

We know the real everytime they slide

They lose, like, what be the point of lie

Back to rapping, I been in that car

Fuck nigga, you ain't clap shit, stop cappin in dem bars