Real Face Of This sh*t lyrics

Winter, suck my di*k
Stop dissing me in them comments, b*tch
Before I come kick over X candles
Graah

[Verse 1]
Oh y'all "GBG", go get back for your mans
Catch a Flock, he get hit wit' his friends
He got a sister, she catching these hands
Don't these opp b*tches really be fans
Bro got [?] some bands
I be dripped out in so many brands
If you tryna get high, then just come smoke some wit' me, 'cause I smoke dead opps out all the strands, like

[Verse 2]
Them n*ggas broke [?] be a way
That n*gga shot if he jackin' he DOA
Don't do no talkin', just catch mе in person
If she talkin' hot, I'ma up it and let it spray
Suck di*k to thosе b*tches who feel a way
And if they want a feature, they gotta pay
I'm not jackin' no opps, all of them n*ggas shot
And if they not the guys, I'ma add a K

[Chorus]
n*ggas be popped, he the opps, bet
Watch how he give me the drop
Yeah that b*tch shot, she talkin' hot, bet
My demons pull up to the spot
Everyone stop, oh that's the cops, nah
Free all my bros off the rock
Winter a thot, and she f*cked the Flocks, word
Don't act like n*ggas forgot
[Verse 3]
n*ggas be panickin', swear they up on the score, but all of they bros keep on vanishing
b*tches be losing me, no they don't really be onto that
Catch him and b*tch i'm damaging
Murda B wack, she keep hopping from hoods, like what the f*ck do shorty jack?
And she a whore, she keep talking on bro, but Danny heart was on the floor
Like, I keep a strap tucked
Why the f*ck Murda keep dissin'?
Danny got hit wit' a Mack Truck
Shorty gettin' packed up
And the opp thots too, if they think they finna come act up
So I hit all y'all b*tches, yall just wanna get it, I'ma turn a b*tch to ashes
Murda B pus*y, she don't really want no smoke, I'ma knock off shorty glasses
Y'all b*tches dirt, y'all be f*ckin' all the guys, they be bustin' all y'all asses, like
Let's keep it a buck, Winter, how many opps did you f*ck?
When you run into me better duck, like
Kenzo Balla b*tch, yuck
I'ma talk hella hot 'cuz I'm onnat
I'ma leave Murda brains on the doormat

[Chorus]
n*ggas be popped, he the opps, bet
Watch how he give me the drop
Yeah that b*tch shot, she talkin' hot, bet
My demons pull up to the spot
Everyone stop, oh that's the cops, nah
Free all my bros off the rock
Winter a thot, and she f*cked the Flocks, word
Don't act like n*ggas forgot
[Outro]
Suck my di*k, every opp f*ckin' shot, b*tch