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Yeah, c'mon
Every bitch get somethin' different, they ain't used to this
His name was Chris, we gunned him down, ain't learn the syllabus
Every day I got on a new fit, it's never hit or miss
He sizzle, but he really ain't on shit, just like a vodka spritz
Alright
Bitches takin' shots, stumble back, they ass too turnt
Nigga put the pizza on twenty minutes that shit too burnt
I told her"naw not gon fake", it's been two weeks, her ass still hurt
My money got a cycle, it's comin' in every twenty hertz
Play with who?
Like that boy must be a dummy and shit
Y'all niggas broke, why y'all worry about beef
Tell y'all niggas that be bummy and shit
All that talk on the net, then don't be on shit
Tell them lil niggas stop runnin' and shit
My niggas vets, fuck who you with
Bro hit a shot like he drummin' and shit
Taught her how to sell a zip, she ain't had nothin' else
We put her on the corner, had a blicky in her Gucci belt
Mag hold twenty-six rounds, Theodore Roosevelt
I dropped a gang member in the streets, I don't know who I helped
If I said I was sorry, then it was most likely heartfelt
Subway too shitty man, why they ain't let my cheese melt
Every day wake up gotta thank God, cause he made a way
Whole time this a diss track, like man who I gotta diss today
It's still fuck of the opps who fuck with the opps
Like all of y'all niggas some vicks
If I'm in the ride, then I bet that nobody survive
We outside tryna catch us a hit
Gotta watch how you speak, we ain't pushin' no peace
Like you know you better stay with yo shit
I don't care if bro gotta drum, mag, clip, whatever
As long as we facin' this shit
Yeah
Drum, mag, clip, whatever as long as you eatin' that bitch
My one nigga locked and still talkin' to hoes
He slimey, we know that he cheatin' on bitch
He tried to run off with a pound
We caught him, red, handed, and beated on bitch
Don't talk to me when I clock in