Goes on (Trebeensnappin Diss) lyrics

And it goes on
Kill a pus*y n*gga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack n*gga with his Jansport on
Geek ass n*gga
Dweeb ass n*gga
Never had a G-pass n*gga
'Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast n*gga
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that n*gga
With his seat back n*gga
I'm a number one n*gga in no time
I been waiting for a n*gga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this n*gga like I was chewing a pork rind n*gga
Nat couldn't get ya to a million on the gram
Shane tried, n*gga failed both times
I done took ya page to a 30k in a day
If you ask me n*gga I'm ya motherf*cking cosign
I'ma 'bout to hit the pus*y n*gga with a clothesline
I'ma have to catch a n*gga slipping in my own time
I just took da flame on a private ass plane
Out to Cleveland catch this n*gga slipping in his home town
Ya see what go around come around and go around
So I got his hoe going round like it go around
Let these n*ggas know I'm not the one to toe-to-toe around
Ima singing ass n*gga not the one to leave your hoe around
I'm about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my n*ggas in Heaven I'm bout to send em away
I'm exhausted I kill this n*gga two times
24 hours man this sh*t been a repetitive day
n*gga tell me is it Tre Snappin, Snappin Tre?
I'm the n*gga who destroy ya
Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who's the lawyer?
Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya
Oops, I'm going, who condoning? Juice and jonesing
Met ya b*tch she too conjointed
Tryna ask this pus*y ass n*gga who da f*ck want smoke
But the lightskin n*ggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I'ma nasty n*gga and you could ask the n*gga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, n*gga
I'm bout to leave his body bloodier than a maxi, n*gga
I tax these n*ggas, get at these n*ggas, attack these n*ggas
The venom is a arachne, n*gga
I'm 'bout kill da man and da man that done backed these n*ggas
And blam any man that try to dap you n*ggas
Clap any stan fan that attract you n*ggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
'Cause when you was born n*gga it was you or him
Shattered knowing he would never make it as a artist
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him cause he didn't run
I guess he figured, "man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is a failed music career and
My revenge is giving that sh*t to my son"
I'ma flossy n*gga
They try to toss me n*gga
The 45th I get em off me n*gga
I block n*ggas Chris Bosh these n*ggas
I got figures pish posh to n*ggas
I dump n*ggas, jump, criss cross these n*ggas
The pump leave 'em slumped, car seat n*gga
The skunk in the trunk was awkward n*gga
That thought he didn't need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my n*gga man this sh*t craze
You f*cked Taylor man that sh*t craze
n*gga said out here running threesomes with a
n*gga that's in court dealing with the kid cases
I'ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on da n*gga hold em up for ransom
I got five different awards this year, you did whole song with NLE and you still don't even have one n*gga
Damn my lil homie that's a bad one n*gga
Really feel bad for you it's a sad one n*gga
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one n*gga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young n*gga
Shout go out to Wayne, O, and Ak my n*gga
Tomorrow they'll be talking 'bout you got smacked young n*gga
From the pack my n*gga
I'm keeping this sh*t a stack my n*gga
That verse was wack my n*gga
They go hard my dawg, I go harder n*gga
I'm atcha head with the fade like a barber n*gga
Try to come for the boat and I'ma harbor n*ggas
Be smart like a Harvard n*gga don't start with n*ggas
And he gotta problem with us
But I know how to solve it n*gga
This is my son
I'ma tell 'em like Star Wars, "Tre I'm your father" n*gga
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhymes impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily
Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates to face it, that he'll never ever place with A-list, damn
f*ck you b*tch, haha