Ghosted Woo Trendy Woo Diss lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
You wanna meet your imans n*gga
I'm bout to give you a visit
You said I had money in the grave n*gga, you bout to see I'm the tickets
I could've f*cked on your b*tch n*gga, I had to shake her ass
She could've gave me the deep throat, I had to spend her cash
I had her coca chucking in the crib, I thought I'd bust her ass Trendy, you really get no money
n*gga, I get you the cash
If y'all bros really wanna pull up
We givin' belts to they ass
I swear to God, n*gga, it's my last
I'm never givin' no pass
I swear to God, I ain't givin' passes
You want to turn me, Trendy?
I ain't turnin' on you
n*gga, you pus*y, n*gga, you fool
n*gga, so you pull up, go shoot n*gga
I got some sh*t that's gon' dump
Like, all you gon' ask, huh
All you gon' ask is that c*nt
So, n*gga, don't run it
I'll have you stick, n*gga, when I dump
n*ggas be sayin' they blazin'
With money and they holdin' guns
You say he sucks money to his up, n*gga
Next time I see you, it's up
Last time I saw you, n*gga, you was stuck
All of my n*ggas told me you was sucked
n*gga, you ain't want no beef, for real
Now you gon' mention my uncle, that sh*t gon' get you killed
I'm in the field, for real
Your body knocks, gon' pick up his body
Or you think he gon' drill?
Hold on, that n*gga no drill rapper
I had to write him a song, for real
Like, I had to write you a song
n*gga, you never perform
Next time I check how you mention my Uncle Trevo
He was in the field, for real
He used to play like 1615, n*gga, I was late for the kill
I ain't Eddie Guerrero, n*gga I do not lie, I don't cheat, I don't steal
I'm in the field for real
I got a lake for the kill, n*gga
Light pours in my brush, n*gga
I'ma give him some sheds, gon' puff, n*gga
It was like a Friday night
So how you think he tough, n*gga?
By the end of the night, n*gga
We about to see a little light, n*gga
Shout out to Sleeves Bustin'
n*gga, you think you tough, you alright, n*gga? I have some sheds, gon' bang up that pipe, n*gga
Cause you know I can fight, n*gga
But n*ggas ain't fightin' no more
So n*gga, why would I fight, n*gga?
[Outro]
I have my gun, go boom
All you gon' hear is that shot
Or you gon' clear the room
I do not f*ck with no woo
I like the bullets that's coming to game, but y 'all n*ggas keepin' the truth
Stay that you heard, lil' n*gga I don't know how to f*ck with no woo
Gang, gang
Lil b*tch
I know how to cook a chicken in the crib
I had to cook a chicken in the-