Wipe me down (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
Huh, take him down for that gen pus*y-ahh n*gga thought he was my homie
Huh. and we takin jewelry thought we forgot n*gga give me that rollie
I just spin Ian tryna argue on Instagram these n*ggas police
Yo best bet to keep yo b*tch ass away from me cause youn' know me
Huh, yeah we spanking sh*t, we put belt-to-ass
Yo baby daddy know not to come outside cause we gon smoke his ass
And my junkie tested I'ma kill ya if he say yo dope is trash
Let ya bro take ya down for all that money ain't give sh*t to yo mama yo bogus ass
Huh, know we clap sh*t crew
Ion give a f*ck how many drills you did, we clap sh*t too
n*ggas can't f*ck with mе in the streets or even in rap sh*t too
Ian gotta always slidе with switches I like that pap sh*t too (Huh, huh)
Huh, the beef sh*t will never end we just gon' keep getting notice
Wish I was there when they killed the opp, I would ran his b*tch ass over, huh
Slide with some nasty, put a n*gga head behind his shoulders
Talkin that hot sh*t bout my partna' when we caught him his body colder
On the 9 block with Lil tone we got them blicks in Minnesota
n*ggas be eager to make a diss until we spin and then its over
Huh, "suck my di*k don't be worried bout who be calling my sh*t" that's what I told her
This b*tch think she finna get a meal I gave di*k, chips and soda
Huh, he got gen finna door him he di*k ridin' no we don't know him
Don't service with others n*ggas, I only get my pounds from bro 'nem
Huh, me and lil bro gotta real robbin addiction we had to poke him
Random n*ggas driving down the block to fast them 62s had to slow him
Huh, since he wanna be on gangsta sh*t this 4-0 had to fold him
Run a n*gga down, had him dancing like he was listening to a slow jam
When I chase opp, sh*t I run for it
Tryna take me down I ain't goin for it
Don't give a f*ck if he up a big ass gun I know my gun blowing
b*tch we slide with choppas, came thru tryna stain some send a n*gga straight to the doctor
On a drill with us you better aim some, don't give props if you don't pop him
Back in the day I used to eat plain sh*t, now I'm eating stake and lobster
Can't f*ck in a hoe b*tch what yo number? (Hmm)
Say my name in the streets, they treat that n*gga Raq like Obama
Can't cap the n*gga that sent the beef have lil bro 'nem blow at his mama
Huh, f*ck the b*tch then delete she always asking me why ion call her
Lil b*tch pus*y ran thru it ain't for me, b*tch ima─
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Status just know we spint, won't do that sh*t again
Real shiesty every time we stepped out came home with a different gen
Wanna f*ck yo b*tch and rob you for them bags ain't tryna be yo friend
Ma dukes didn't know after school I was clapping sh*t putting n*ggas In the wind