[ Featuring TheDirtyBunny ]
Go! (Bidness, Diizii!)
Huh (Ha), 222, now they talk out they necks
And you get what you give, homie, cause and effect (Yeah)
Glock got the tits on 'em, it finna knock off yo' hat (Phew)
It's yo' time to bat
Slammin' this pussy, I'm grand slammin' her, Freddie Freeman
An angel get down with the demons
Fried off of the 9 NIIGHT BLUNT, you know that I'm really fiendin', yeah! (I'm fiendin')
I'm finna bleed 'em, the heater gon' see 'em (The heater)
The heater gon' heat ya, nigga cannot see us (Gon' heat ya)
Think this shit games? You gon' go meet the reaper
The reefer (Phew), goin' in deeper
If she hold it down, you know I cannot leave her
I chief it, huh, smokin' that leaf, uh
Ridin' some dick 'cause you really 'bout that, lil' nigga (Dick rider)
You ain't nothin' more than a beaver (Ha, TDB)
Keep it down for a lil' minute (Woo-woo)
Wet shit, soak my shit, I'ma hit it (Wet shit)
In my state, you get killed for them fitteds (You get killed)
This how niggas be soundin' when they dissin' (What they doin?)
You a lame, I don't really wanna hear shit (Shh-shh)
You ain't cut, you get cut like the kitchen (Cut-cut)
'Cause I'm up and you washed like some dishes (Hell yeah)
I know niggas be snakes 'cause they hissin' (And I-, huh)
What they talkin' 'bout? I don't wanna hear it (Woo-woo)
I'on' trust not a soul, Rich Amiri (Woo-woo)
F*ck the tough nigga shit, you don't fear me? (Woo-woo)
Speak a different language, you don't really hear me (Woo-woo)
What's the move? I'ma bust with the tool
I'ma shoot-shoot-shoot, so they really gon' hear it (Okay)
Killed a fool, so it's, "R.I.P., who?" (Fah-fah-fah)
Nah, who's yo' lil' dude? Nah, I ain't really carin' (Woo-woo)
Two-piece, it's a two-two-two
I'ma break the f*ckin' roof, now there ain't no ceiling (Phew-phew)
Down the street, it be niggas tryna loot (Yeah, yeah)
Put the food on a plate, now it's f*ck yo' feelings (Ha)
Talk it out? Nah, we can't really do that (No, we can't)
Heard you got robbed, nigga, get yo' tool back (Ha)
Homie is a nobody, I'm like, "who that?" (What the f*ck?)
Niggas really be on my wave like a durag (Okay)
Huh, back in bidness, so I reminisce (Back in bidness)
Different level, you can't get with this (Nah)
You sad as f*ck, I can bet with this (Sad)
Yo' nigga trippin'? I'ma get the stick (Trippin')
They sellin' they soul, I can't do that shit
Uh (Huh), homie just told me, "just shoot that blick"
What? (Huh) Kick the ho out, I'ma shoo that bitch
Huh (Huh), they just be cryin', I be coolin' quick (Huh)
'Cause I'm in the room with it, boom with it
Fat blunt on me, I'ma fume with it (Phew)
Walk in the room, got 'em hot, got 'em humid, bitch (Hot)
When I'm talkin', I'm sayin', "do you feel me, bitch?" (I'm talkin')
Shit talkin' on the beat I made with Bunny
Niggas hella funny, I'ma get my money (What the f*ck?)
You not my friend, you a crash dummy
I'm with my honey, she bounce like a Bunny beat (Damn)
Courtside seats, I'ma see the play
Bitch, do you want the heat today? (Pole)
Comin' in hot, it's a fever day (Hot)
I do all of this shit in a different way (Okay, okay)
They on my tail, I'm on my ten toes (Bitch)
Bag after bag after bag, I get those (Ha)
I'm with my ride or die, I don't need hoes (Yeah)
Runtz in the J's, so them J's? I need those (Phew)
Huh, what you talkin' 'bout? I don't wanna listen (Woo-woo)
Dirty Glock got a body, that's a hit stick (Woo-woo)
I don't kick it with them 'cause they worry 'bout them bitches (Woo-woo)
I don't kick it with them 'cause I'm a shark and they fishes (Woo-woo)
Baby, what you really tryna do, f*ck me? (Woo-woo)
I'ma let you do it, baby, now you're lucky (Woo-woo)
Next time, shorty finna come and suck me (Woo-woo)
No respect for yo' bitch ass, what's up, B? (Woo-woo)
'Sup, bitch, now I see you tryna duck quick (Shoot-shoot)
Blunt burnt, you get burned in the oven (Phew-phew)
Weird nerdy ass niggas like McLovin (Nah-nah)
Ten bodies, so I really couldn't love ya (Ten-ten)
That ass on my bitch, now they cuddlin' (Woo)
"Which whip you want, Diiz'?" It's that Cullinan (Woo)
Fakin' ass niggas get hung like an ornament (Woo)
Stupid ass niggas get hit with the hunnid quick (Brr-brr, Bunny)
My heart beatin' at 111
Slow down with a J at 2:22 a.m (Woo-woo)
Ain't nobody messin' wit' me or Diizii gon' hit 'em wit' the .223 (Woo-woo, woo-woo)
Diizii and TDB (Woo-woo), we makin' hits, B
Leavin' behind a legacy (Shh)
When you hear that Bunny got a hit with this one
Know that you ain't gon' hear no weak drums
Brazen horns like an imperial march
808s brackin' like a Doberman's bark
My beats stay knockin', that's my maker's mark
It's a murder, outline the mic in chalk
A lotta motherf*ckers like to hate and then dart
But nothing'll stop the flame growing from the spark
And enter countless more people using twin gats
Why did I call them Twin Gats?
Because the weapons were severely unfinished on their own
And only worked together for a few years until breaking off
Uh, witnesses testified that a artist named- uh, MstaBeaver
The f*ck is that stupid ass name? Uh-
Tried to assist Bunny- what was th- oh!
No, sorry, restrict Bunny from adding onto his already lengthy crime history
Due to his opps never learning that if somebody call up BunBun, they will get spun-spun
