[Intro]
f*ck a n*gga two times and f*ck what they be reppen'
You pus*y cause' you had a n*gga 'round [fade out]
[Verse 1]
f*ck a n*gga two times and f*ck what they be reppen'
You pus*y cause' you had a n*gga 'round just 'for protection
You two faced it
Might be a rat, and you scary
A n*gga kilt yo dog and you ain't see bout it or check it
Aye hold up
[Who] talkin' reckless
When you ain't have no money
b*tch I kept it real when all them n*ggas say you bumming
You came riding 'ery n*gga di*k just 'fore the feature
I just bat a n*gga ass to sleep
I can't wait till I see you
[Verse 2]
Instagram pro?
You thankin' it's a joke?
You sayin' you want smoke
b*tch I'mma let it blow
Mask on, gloves tight
How tha' f*ck you gon' know
Glock and tha' .44
Since you wanna put on a show
[Verse 3]
Up with tha can and I spray
Up with tha K and you lay
Mention my name must be gay
I'mma hit you with this b*tch and leave you layin' out the gate
Yeah, first 48
n*gga, you know I'on't play
I'mma kill you broad day
I'mma slang the f*ckin' K
You know I'm comin' with drums
I'm killin' errybody, don't leave a witness
You know I'm 'bout that
Show me where your house at
b*tch I'm comin' clear the bidness
Lil bit ass n*gga trippin' I'm clutchin' extensions
Hit 'em in his back shut his nerves down now he ain't got feelin'
I creep with the same cutta'
I put on that [?]
This b*tch ain't good enough?
I dig out that otha' roid
I keep me a pocket knife, that cutta' [?] as my otha' squad
I catch a n*gga, it's on site
b*tch Imma send you to the undergod
[Verse 4]
Yeah
I'm comin' for her
I'm comin' for him
I'm runnin' from 'em
I'm gunnin' for 'em
I'mma hit 'em up
I'mma bust in public
Lil b*tch ass n*gga, you a f*ckin' munchkin
[?] I'm clutchin' my weapon
Since someone wan' test me
I'mma Gucci Mane stretchin'
I'mma give his ass a blessin'
All I need is .38, that Glock that be extra
Drop a diss song, wish you neva' woulda' did it
[Verse 5]
Hit you with this b*tch so many times
You gon' wish you wasn't trippin
I got a cutter with yo' name on it
Just fo' the dissin'
Tell 'em send me 400 grand when you come up missin'
After you dead I'm f*ckin that lil ratchet hoe you kissin'
Don't let Dame catch you, he gon' crash out
Kill you an' cop out fo' the time and leave yo assed out
I'mma kill you, beat the sh*t
And still be back outchea with that same bullsh*t
b*tch I got a full clip
b*tch!
Bang