​sneakdissah wigsplittah #HOLLYWOOD #youK lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas saying this and that, n*ggas saying I'm going Hollywood, but aight, bet
I got something for you, bro, I got something for you, bruh

[Verse]
Yeah
How much for the fit? I paid five for these
Rolling up that good ass pack, rolling up that 540
And yo name so f*cking ass, b*tch, go back to 540
Five n*ggas we come with sticks, hit his ass with five 40's
b*tch
Aight, watch this, bro
That li'l n*gga stupid
n*gga, call me next time you try killing yourself, I'ma just say do it
I got kicked from the lore(s) 'cause I glew up, you got kicked 'cause you useless
Hit that li'l boy in his mouth 'cause his ass wanna hiccup, now that ass toothless
Yeah, yeah
Catch a hundred rounds
You a faggot, I helped you come out
You mad 'cause I surpassed you and got the clout
I'm better than you, n*gga, without a doubt
I help you when lore(s) painted you as a clown, n*gga
You and yo gang b*tch I'm airing it out
All that sneak dissing, you scared of me, wow
Say that sh*t to my face, don't be a b*tch
That n*gga thought that I wanted his b*tch
No, I don't want her, she ugly as sh*t
I get some numbers, you say that I switch
n*ggas is fags, won't hold you
b*tch, I'm ashamed that I know you
I hit him with fye, now I feel like Roku
I wish you was someone that I never spoke to
Eh, you wanted me mad, b*tch, I'm 'bout to show you
b*tch, when you sad, b*tch, who would you go to
Taking 'bout me, n*gga, you f*cked up
Said I went Hollywood, shut the f*ck up
Swi- Switchblade drill
Smoking 40, smoking retard
Saying lies like that make situations just like these start
Guns up in them pictures is not real, but, b*tch, these are
Fill him up with metal just like Mul-T with that rebar
That li'l n*gga my child
Shoot him 'cause cuz acting all wild
I hope you die, n*gga, right now
That boy a rock, he get smacked down
b*tch, b*tch
It ain't even have to be a problem, you could of just talked to me, bro
These n*ggas is kids, I'm feeding em Trix
Y'all let Peter back when he switched for a b*tch
I gave n*ggas sauce and you ain't give me sh*t
Nothing
Walk in this b*tch and I'm bussin'
Send me the addy, I'm coming in less than a month, n*gga, I'm not bluffing
I pull up fast like I rushed it and I make my fist and yo face get to touchin'
These n*ggas weird, McLovin
I'm pulling out something
And all these n*ggas get to running
(Outro)
f*ck that n*gga 540, f*ck a vq, f*ck a ÿs n*gga that sh- that collective dead as f*ck, soon as Dolly left, you gave it up entirely on ÿs, n*gga, you the only one that drop on that sh*t, it's damn near 30 n*ggas in that sh*t, come on, now, them n*ggas need to get off they f*cking ass, 'f*ck is you saying and I promise you, I promise you the n*ggas you hang around with every f*cking day, the n*ggas you hand around with do not f*ck with you, n*gga, they talk about kicking you from the friend group every f*cking day
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