[intro]
WillThaRapper n*gga
Beat bully 3
I ain’t doing sh*t for free so n*gga cut a check
Give a f*ck about a vest
We aimin' at ya neck
[Verse 1]
b*tch how I dab respect
Weed in my lungs got me high as a jet
Oh that’s your dirty [?]
Pull up at the show with a iron in the vet
Throw this di*k like a catcher your b*tch playing fetch
When she tells you it’s no got your b*tch saying yes
Send her back to your house with a stain on her dress
And my kids [?] when my neighbor return
And this game I finesse cause I'm f*cking sh*t up
And these rap n*ggas skinny as african kids
Ain’t no verse for the free
Want a verse off of me I might know you
But yeah I'm still texting sh*t
I don’t look for no help do this this sh*t by myself
Never look towards a n*gga or asked him for sh*t
And the ops that we bought [?]
I can count on the times they went back on their strip
Keep a strap on my him don’t be dumb dummy
They perp on me they’ll run from me
These b*tches don’t want me they want my money
They dirty birds won’t get a crumb from me
Get the f*ck honey I was never sweet
n*ggas hotter than summer time legacies
Then finesse a few boys out they salaries
I don’t give a f*ck a I just let em be
[Verse 2]
n*ggas bluffin' over twitter tell they ass to cut it
We see they ass in public then
They try to switch the subject
We do no talking with these n*ggas
f*ck their beef or fussing
They see beef but nothing happen
f*ck they beef for nothing
n*ggas be lurching my n*ggas be lurking
I swear we ain’t cut from the same cloth
You disrespect we hurt your neck
Don’t give a f*ck what your chain cost
I [?] three like his brain off
Go dumb on the track nock the train off
Me losing a b*tch ain’t the same laws
As me losing my cans I just lay low
Mock up a money it’s raised for
Talk about the grams in the [?]
Looks like he lurch around new n*ggas
He just might put his hands on your ass
Pager be checking if he catch you liking
He might put his hands on your stash
That junk out the Glock you [?] on the block
He might get that on yo ass
My dope be the strongest
My money the longest
She hooked on my di*k like it’s [?]
She told me it’s bright she’s blind by the light
There’s ice on my wrist like it’s sonics
The forty go talk the F go speak
I swear that she sound like ebonics
One day he this the next day he dead
Either way I'm not responding
I told them n*ggas to cut it
Before I just slide on they block
Just like f*ck it
Won’t do no fussing I send a hallow his way
It’s coming he better duck it
If he got shot then he nothing
Boy f*cking leak he be gushing
Ambulance coming for nothing
It ain’t not need ain’t no rushing
He got his ass peeled like an onion
He shouldn’t be bluffing