Instagram beef lyrics

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
None of these n*ggas not shootin sh*t
We got caught with that muthaf*ckin [?] kit

Talk on the gram to the phone and get hit

f*ck [?] a bag I better see my [?]

I ain’t been to the east side cuz they been cracking down
Slide on yo block, 12 pull up n*gga like what happen now?

Molly and X still my favorite mashup
b*tch you a f*ckin sl*t man, put yo ass up!
Rob a n*gga, he gon put his cash up
Take em off, n*gga got her mags dump [?], lil n*gga

Yuh, yah

I ain't scatter, none of them n*ggas
And they got guns but they ain’t pullin none of them triggas, lil n*gga
And ion rock no Tommy Hilfiger lil n*gga on god
And free my lil brother cuz that lil n*gga got caught with his rod

On gang

[Verse 2: lil meiwaku]
On gang b*tch
Free his bro man, them cops really pussies
These hollow tips make them brains go mushy
I can turn yo b*tch gay without even looking
They don’t like what I say еven though I be cooking

They on livе babbling like a Wookie
That diss was so cool man you want a cookie?
He act hard but you know he a rookie
And he dropped the addy, so we get to booking

You wanna fight b*tch? That’s a hard pass
You ain’t with Yukari you in the wrong class
And if you talk sh*t we gonna clap back
Just like Yomi with her lame ass

That wasn’t a diss, though, we can scratch that
I use instagram not snapchat
You wanna hurt me that’s a hard task

Yuh, aye

I don’t like
f*ck n*ggas saying i’m going nowhere
You not matching my energy
Ay yuh
You know I gon slide for my dawgs, someone pass me a Pedigree
And the Opps in this party i’m wrapping them up Sata Andagi
They thinking they getting the drop we gon pull up with sentries (on em, lil b*tch)