Ugh
These niggas really sick
That's why i never trust em i don't get up in the mix
Why these niggas on my ass like they really bout the shits
Thought you bout to get the pass but i'm bout to pick six
Don't worry bout my team dog, Worry bout your chips
Don't worry bout me dog , Worry bout your bitch
When you gone she at home, and she alone
She hit my phone she want bone, she give me dome
She give me (BLEEP) yeah
Now i got you charged up nigga tesla
I can push a button make your girl get undressed ugh
I can push a button make ya niggas go against ya
You niggas sleeping on me imma let you get ya rest up, yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
YEAH
I can go if you really wanna go yeah aye
I can really turn your girl into a hoe yeah aye
Thank you hating niggas giving me the clout
And i'm bout to go shredder take these rat niggas out aye
Niggas really trynna diss me? nice try
Tried to stay humble but i'm tired of playing nice guy aye
Niggas really never step cause i run them aye
Bout to call my cousin wishie come and done dem aye
You gon get that ass whooping that your parents should've gave
Niggas talking online but they quiet to my face
And i'm cooking in the booth whipping music like a slave
And you say you making moves but you broker everyday
And your girl call me daddy while you niggas getting son'd
And you want your girl back but she probably gave you bun
Imma bury niggas under where they cant see the sun
Imma kill you with my words i don't ever need a gun nigga yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Yo you see dem nigga deh
Gwan like dem wickida dan me
A dead dem bwoy a go dead
Memba me tell you dat
Pussyhole shot yuh
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Ugh
These niggas really sick
That's why i never trust em i don't get up in the mix
Why these niggas on my ass like they really bout the shits
Thought you bout to get the pass but i'm bout to pick six
Don't worry bout my team dog, Worry bout your chips
Don't worry bout me dog , Worry bout your bitch
When you gone she at home, and she alone
She hit my phone she want bone, she give me dome
She give me (BLEEP) yeah
Now i got you charged up nigga tesla
I can push a button make your girl get undressed ugh
I can push a button make ya niggas go against ya
You niggas sleeping on me imma let you get ya rest up, yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
YEAH
I can go if you really wanna go yeah aye
I can really turn your girl into a hoe yeah aye
Thank you hating niggas giving me the clout
And i'm bout to go shredder take these rat niggas out aye
Niggas really trynna diss me? nice try
Tried to stay humble but i'm tired of playing nice guy aye
Niggas really never step cause i run them aye
Bout to call my cousin wishie come and done dem aye
You gon get that ass whooping that your parents should've gave
Niggas talking online but they quiet to my face
And i'm cooking in the booth whipping music like a slave
And you say you making moves but you broker everyday
And your girl call me daddy while you niggas getting son'd
And you want your girl back but she probably gave you bun
Imma bury niggas under where they cant see the sun
Imma kill you with my words i don't ever need a gun nigga yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Yo you see dem nigga deh
Gwan like dem wickida dan me
A dead dem bwoy a go dead
Memba me tell you dat
Pussyhole shot yuh
These niggas really sick
That's why i never trust em i don't get up in the mix
Why these niggas on my ass like they really bout the shits
Thought you bout to get the pass but i'm bout to pick six
Don't worry bout my team dog, Worry bout your chips
Don't worry bout me dog , Worry bout your bitch
When you gone she at home, and she alone
She hit my phone she want bone, she give me dome
She give me (BLEEP) yeah
Now i got you charged up nigga tesla
I can push a button make your girl get undressed ugh
I can push a button make ya niggas go against ya
You niggas sleeping on me imma let you get ya rest up, yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
YEAH
I can go if you really wanna go yeah aye
I can really turn your girl into a hoe yeah aye
Thank you hating niggas giving me the clout
And i'm bout to go shredder take these rat niggas out aye
Niggas really trynna diss me? nice try
Tried to stay humble but i'm tired of playing nice guy aye
Niggas really never step cause i run them aye
Bout to call my cousin wishie come and done dem aye
You gon get that ass whooping that your parents should've gave
Niggas talking online but they quiet to my face
And i'm cooking in the booth whipping music like a slave
And you say you making moves but you broker everyday
And your girl call me daddy while you niggas getting son'd
And you want your girl back but she probably gave you bun
Imma bury niggas under where they cant see the sun
Imma kill you with my words i don't ever need a gun nigga yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Fake friends they my enemies yeah
Fake niggas ain't no friend of me yeah
Fake people hope you rest in peace yeah yeah
Yo you see dem nigga deh
Gwan like dem wickida dan me
A dead dem bwoy a go dead
Memba me tell you dat
Pussyhole shot yuh
Writer: Brian Welch, David Silveria, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer, Reginald Arvizu
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Jay Laconia
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Brian Welch, David Silveria, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer, Reginald Arvizu