No, I didn't want to argue, just cut you off and wash my hands
The beef ain't had no season, Drac the one that changed that blend
Think That he signed with Atlantic, the way he move that f*ckin sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I asked a question and you lied, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, hitting the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chain
I know that boy, he hit my f*cking block, but we came together for bands
And don't talk about that other shit, you know we dropping ten"
Don't diss the dead, cause we a pop-up broad day, they like what you sayin
And bout my paper, I'ma push the Q50 through the wind
Diamonds on my neck, I'm on da M, smoking gelato
Okay, all my niggas click, I swear to God, we signed with Roku
I don't trust it, he can't come to the trap if I don't know him
You're my partner, back doored for a pole, but now I'ma smoke him
I was in my feelings about a bitch, but I shook back
I was kinda depressed, I ain't gon' lie, it made me relapse
I'm still waiting on Charlie, I'm tryna send em in his neck
Okay, Gucci, Fendi, Louie, all I'm saying, I'm in my bag
When my partner died, I seen him in the casket, turned my head
Plenty of fire inside, I done turned the whole city red
Up up in the track, doing 180, full of meds
Soon I get in the house, I put that bitch right to bed
Put that bitch to rest, then I go and hit the stu
Okay, real chicken chaser, I'll pop out my money tool
It was envy in they face, I sat back and played it cool
IG model, every time she see me, she drool
No, I didn't wanna argue, just cut you off and wash my hands
The beef ain't have no season, Dracethe one that changed that blend
Then he signed with Atlantic, they way he move the f*ckin' sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I ask the question and you lie, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, in the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chin
Okay, my wrist water pot, f*ck a thot, that's all I need
I been up on my Q's, you already know I keep some P'
Okay, my young n***a slimey, walk ya down to push the B
Okay, I'm up up in the stu, off a 10, I need my weed
I done bust her down, she wanna stay, I told her go and be
I just knocked a three-piece down, I swear that's a combo
We keep 40's and four-nicks, why the f*ck you gotta rondo
I'm forever get his money, even if I go blind, ho
Thick lil' bitch, she a blasian, just let her out right in the condo
You done f*ck the town, you wanna get wife, I know you lying, ho
Big ABK, you know I wipe her nose, I got some slime hopes
Okay, I didn't run it up, I'm in the trap just like a scale, bro
I been in the field since the jit, I know I scare folks
My gutta bitch, she keep a 30 stick, that ain't no dildo, though
Okay, everybody wanna be a creeper till it's real smoke
Everybody wanna win, but they don't wanna lose, though
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No, I didn't want to argue, just cut you off and wash my hands
The beef ain't had no season, Drac the one that changed that blend
Think That he signed with Atlantic, the way he move that f*ckin sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I asked a question and you lied, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, hitting the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chain
I know that boy, he hit my f*cking block, but we came together for bands
And don't talk about that other shit, you know we dropping ten"
Don't diss the dead, cause we a pop-up broad day, they like what you sayin
And bout my paper, I'ma push the Q50 through the wind
Diamonds on my neck, I'm on da M, smoking gelato
Okay, all my niggas click, I swear to God, we signed with Roku
I don't trust it, he can't come to the trap if I don't know him
You're my partner, back doored for a pole, but now I'ma smoke him
I was in my feelings about a bitch, but I shook back
I was kinda depressed, I ain't gon' lie, it made me relapse
I'm still waiting on Charlie, I'm tryna send em in his neck
Okay, Gucci, Fendi, Louie, all I'm saying, I'm in my bag
When my partner died, I seen him in the casket, turned my head
Plenty of fire inside, I done turned the whole city red
Up up in the track, doing 180, full of meds
Soon I get in the house, I put that bitch right to bed
Put that bitch to rest, then I go and hit the stu
Okay, real chicken chaser, I'll pop out my money tool
It was envy in they face, I sat back and played it cool
IG model, every time she see me, she drool
No, I didn't wanna argue, just cut you off and wash my hands
The beef ain't have no season, Dracethe one that changed that blend
Then he signed with Atlantic, they way he move the f*ckin' sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I ask the question and you lie, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, in the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chin
Okay, my wrist water pot, f*ck a thot, that's all I need
I been up on my Q's, you already know I keep some P'
Okay, my young n***a slimey, walk ya down to push the B
Okay, I'm up up in the stu, off a 10, I need my weed
I done bust her down, she wanna stay, I told her go and be
I just knocked a three-piece down, I swear that's a combo
We keep 40's and four-nicks, why the f*ck you gotta rondo
I'm forever get his money, even if I go blind, ho
Thick lil' bitch, she a blasian, just let her out right in the condo
You done f*ck the town, you wanna get wife, I know you lying, ho
Big ABK, you know I wipe her nose, I got some slime hopes
Okay, I didn't run it up, I'm in the trap just like a scale, bro
I been in the field since the jit, I know I scare folks
My gutta bitch, she keep a 30 stick, that ain't no dildo, though
Okay, everybody wanna be a creeper till it's real smoke
Everybody wanna win, but they don't wanna lose, though
The beef ain't had no season, Drac the one that changed that blend
Think That he signed with Atlantic, the way he move that f*ckin sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I asked a question and you lied, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, hitting the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chain
I know that boy, he hit my f*cking block, but we came together for bands
And don't talk about that other shit, you know we dropping ten"
Don't diss the dead, cause we a pop-up broad day, they like what you sayin
And bout my paper, I'ma push the Q50 through the wind
Diamonds on my neck, I'm on da M, smoking gelato
Okay, all my niggas click, I swear to God, we signed with Roku
I don't trust it, he can't come to the trap if I don't know him
You're my partner, back doored for a pole, but now I'ma smoke him
I was in my feelings about a bitch, but I shook back
I was kinda depressed, I ain't gon' lie, it made me relapse
I'm still waiting on Charlie, I'm tryna send em in his neck
Okay, Gucci, Fendi, Louie, all I'm saying, I'm in my bag
When my partner died, I seen him in the casket, turned my head
Plenty of fire inside, I done turned the whole city red
Up up in the track, doing 180, full of meds
Soon I get in the house, I put that bitch right to bed
Put that bitch to rest, then I go and hit the stu
Okay, real chicken chaser, I'll pop out my money tool
It was envy in they face, I sat back and played it cool
IG model, every time she see me, she drool
No, I didn't wanna argue, just cut you off and wash my hands
The beef ain't have no season, Dracethe one that changed that blend
Then he signed with Atlantic, they way he move the f*ckin' sand
I been lost my love, so I ain't care when you f*ck that man
I ask the question and you lie, that's that shit I ain't understand
Krash ain't here, that's the reason I slide with choppers in the van
I'm off a 20 ball, I'm with your bitch, in the perky dance
My mama seen it, all the L's I took, I took it to the chin
Okay, my wrist water pot, f*ck a thot, that's all I need
I been up on my Q's, you already know I keep some P'
Okay, my young n***a slimey, walk ya down to push the B
Okay, I'm up up in the stu, off a 10, I need my weed
I done bust her down, she wanna stay, I told her go and be
I just knocked a three-piece down, I swear that's a combo
We keep 40's and four-nicks, why the f*ck you gotta rondo
I'm forever get his money, even if I go blind, ho
Thick lil' bitch, she a blasian, just let her out right in the condo
You done f*ck the town, you wanna get wife, I know you lying, ho
Big ABK, you know I wipe her nose, I got some slime hopes
Okay, I didn't run it up, I'm in the trap just like a scale, bro
I been in the field since the jit, I know I scare folks
My gutta bitch, she keep a 30 stick, that ain't no dildo, though
Okay, everybody wanna be a creeper till it's real smoke
Everybody wanna win, but they don't wanna lose, though
Writer: Damon thomas
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