We them hitters, 1ne5ive boys Try me out in public, then you gon' die, boy
Been playin' with big sticks Man, these bitches ain't no toys
Hit him in his shit, he can't recover, that's a .62
Draco hit hard with them bullets, that bitch a rip through
I like to get active, and yeah, I like to troll too
I been in them Johnnys, tryin' to slump boys, create a pack
We been tryin', frrt, since your man got hit, so come get back y'all pistols always jam
Like y'all playin' with hi-points, how he always dissing
Caught him down bad bad without no stick, I like to cheif the gas
Like I only got two hits, we them real demons
OneFive, we sendin' real blitz, glock holdin' 50 with the switchy
Yeah, we got big shit, if I'm ever down bad Im in them V's, servin' dog shit
Told lil bro, chill, he gettin' mad, he tryna hawk shit
All these f*ckin' packs for the low, f*ck, this a auction
Man, I gotta get back for the guys, I got no choice
Hit him in his head then he turnt to Blastoise
He was dissin' on my mans, then I sent him up there with him
And if I tell my lil' bro move, then you know that he gon' get him
Treat these opp bitches like smuts, they get no love
Dissin' on the gang, you gon' meet that man above
Stop bitchin' about your homie, go slide and f*ck it up
Caught that rappin', nigga, no gat, I roughed him up
Suck it up, your homie died, now it's time to go get back
If they dissin' on your mans, make sure that man a pack
He was out with his bitch, and I told him he never lack
He went to tie her shoe, then all these shots, hit his hat
Now that bitch on our side huh, eating dick up
Nigga tried to fight, then I told that nigga, stick up
He was lackin' on that block, frt frt then he got lit up
Opp nigga died, then I told his mom to chin up
I don't love you, bitch, I just wanna get my dick sucked
Lamp outside his crib, been waitin' for him to slip up
She like, when you gon' come see me, then I told that bitch, never
Bitch mad at me, I pull her strings like it's a lever
He got shot, for all that dissin', then I told that nigga, good luck
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We them hitters, 1ne5ive boys Try me out in public, then you gon' die, boy
Been playin' with big sticks Man, these bitches ain't no toys
Hit him in his shit, he can't recover, that's a .62
Draco hit hard with them bullets, that bitch a rip through
I like to get active, and yeah, I like to troll too
I been in them Johnnys, tryin' to slump boys, create a pack
We been tryin', frrt, since your man got hit, so come get back y'all pistols always jam
Like y'all playin' with hi-points, how he always dissing
Caught him down bad bad without no stick, I like to cheif the gas
Like I only got two hits, we them real demons
OneFive, we sendin' real blitz, glock holdin' 50 with the switchy
Yeah, we got big shit, if I'm ever down bad Im in them V's, servin' dog shit
Told lil bro, chill, he gettin' mad, he tryna hawk shit
All these f*ckin' packs for the low, f*ck, this a auction
Man, I gotta get back for the guys, I got no choice
Hit him in his head then he turnt to Blastoise
He was dissin' on my mans, then I sent him up there with him
And if I tell my lil' bro move, then you know that he gon' get him
Treat these opp bitches like smuts, they get no love
Dissin' on the gang, you gon' meet that man above
Stop bitchin' about your homie, go slide and f*ck it up
Caught that rappin', nigga, no gat, I roughed him up
Suck it up, your homie died, now it's time to go get back
If they dissin' on your mans, make sure that man a pack
He was out with his bitch, and I told him he never lack
He went to tie her shoe, then all these shots, hit his hat
Now that bitch on our side huh, eating dick up
Nigga tried to fight, then I told that nigga, stick up
He was lackin' on that block, frt frt then he got lit up
Opp nigga died, then I told his mom to chin up
I don't love you, bitch, I just wanna get my dick sucked
Lamp outside his crib, been waitin' for him to slip up
She like, when you gon' come see me, then I told that bitch, never
Bitch mad at me, I pull her strings like it's a lever
He got shot, for all that dissin', then I told that nigga, good luck
Been playin' with big sticks Man, these bitches ain't no toys
Hit him in his shit, he can't recover, that's a .62
Draco hit hard with them bullets, that bitch a rip through
I like to get active, and yeah, I like to troll too
I been in them Johnnys, tryin' to slump boys, create a pack
We been tryin', frrt, since your man got hit, so come get back y'all pistols always jam
Like y'all playin' with hi-points, how he always dissing
Caught him down bad bad without no stick, I like to cheif the gas
Like I only got two hits, we them real demons
OneFive, we sendin' real blitz, glock holdin' 50 with the switchy
Yeah, we got big shit, if I'm ever down bad Im in them V's, servin' dog shit
Told lil bro, chill, he gettin' mad, he tryna hawk shit
All these f*ckin' packs for the low, f*ck, this a auction
Man, I gotta get back for the guys, I got no choice
Hit him in his head then he turnt to Blastoise
He was dissin' on my mans, then I sent him up there with him
And if I tell my lil' bro move, then you know that he gon' get him
Treat these opp bitches like smuts, they get no love
Dissin' on the gang, you gon' meet that man above
Stop bitchin' about your homie, go slide and f*ck it up
Caught that rappin', nigga, no gat, I roughed him up
Suck it up, your homie died, now it's time to go get back
If they dissin' on your mans, make sure that man a pack
He was out with his bitch, and I told him he never lack
He went to tie her shoe, then all these shots, hit his hat
Now that bitch on our side huh, eating dick up
Nigga tried to fight, then I told that nigga, stick up
He was lackin' on that block, frt frt then he got lit up
Opp nigga died, then I told his mom to chin up
I don't love you, bitch, I just wanna get my dick sucked
Lamp outside his crib, been waitin' for him to slip up
She like, when you gon' come see me, then I told that bitch, never
Bitch mad at me, I pull her strings like it's a lever
He got shot, for all that dissin', then I told that nigga, good luck
Writer: Marvin Playfair
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