Bitch ass niggas, I'm playin', got 50 Bitch ass dyke, keep bluffin', I catch that
Bitch, she get hit in her titty Walk with that fat shit, straight 10 milli
Don't give no f*cks bout no fat bitch, this ass too litty
Lil' bitch try to play me, did her shit Stop callin' my phone and sayin' you miss me
Better call your best friend, tell em get
With me I'm in the trap with a Glock on 50
Ayy, white boy, pass me the drilly I switch to the flow cause I get it and go
He got hit in his chest, he ain't breathin' no more
His mama was cryin', can't see him no more
If he dissin' a man, then I'm doin' the most
Watch his body collapse when he get hit with his ghost
Uh, uh, no, bap bap, And I ain't with the textin' shit
Send my reapers and they stretchin' shit Then get the blastin' shit
Knockin' shit down like it's Tetris, bitch This G26, it gotta switch
I hop off cars I'm hittin' shit I see that opp, he better dip
I'm on his ass, he better not trip We caught that one, that fist ain't rip
If that bitch play a thing, I'ma bust her lip Try to get off the drop, I'm already hip
If you don't want beef, why the f*ck would you diss
Make one move, I'ma empty the criss Pour me some walk while I'm sippin' on drip
And you know it is loose cause I talk my shit Lil' bitch
Ayy, look, uh If I catch me a opp, I be gettin' hit in this shit
Niggas be cappin', gon' die by the bitch R.I.P. put his ass in the ditch
Pull that trigger and make sure he twist Give a f*ck by the bitch, give a f*ck by the nigga
You wanna lay with that nigga, you die with that nigga
No, bap bap
Look at my clips, they hollows Catch me, y'all, I'm not the meat, I'm the taco
Cute lil' bitch, keep sayin' she cute I told her that's Bravo
We stay with the sticks, Glocks and Dracs I come out the V, you get stopped at the logo
Niggas be lyin', tippin', dissin' Just to get him a promo
And you know that we spinnin', fishin', hittin' Just to give him a halo
And these bitches be weefin', bartin', ploppin' But they say that they ain't though
And you know that we youngins, thuggin', clutchin' Bitch, you better lay low
On OCG, you niggas, bitches, we smokin' on
(Ha, They Know)
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Bitch ass niggas, I'm playin', got 50 Bitch ass dyke, keep bluffin', I catch that
Bitch, she get hit in her titty Walk with that fat shit, straight 10 milli
Don't give no f*cks bout no fat bitch, this ass too litty
Lil' bitch try to play me, did her shit Stop callin' my phone and sayin' you miss me
Better call your best friend, tell em get
With me I'm in the trap with a Glock on 50
Ayy, white boy, pass me the drilly I switch to the flow cause I get it and go
He got hit in his chest, he ain't breathin' no more
His mama was cryin', can't see him no more
If he dissin' a man, then I'm doin' the most
Watch his body collapse when he get hit with his ghost
Uh, uh, no, bap bap, And I ain't with the textin' shit
Send my reapers and they stretchin' shit Then get the blastin' shit
Knockin' shit down like it's Tetris, bitch This G26, it gotta switch
I hop off cars I'm hittin' shit I see that opp, he better dip
I'm on his ass, he better not trip We caught that one, that fist ain't rip
If that bitch play a thing, I'ma bust her lip Try to get off the drop, I'm already hip
If you don't want beef, why the f*ck would you diss
Make one move, I'ma empty the criss Pour me some walk while I'm sippin' on drip
And you know it is loose cause I talk my shit Lil' bitch
Ayy, look, uh If I catch me a opp, I be gettin' hit in this shit
Niggas be cappin', gon' die by the bitch R.I.P. put his ass in the ditch
Pull that trigger and make sure he twist Give a f*ck by the bitch, give a f*ck by the nigga
You wanna lay with that nigga, you die with that nigga
No, bap bap
Look at my clips, they hollows Catch me, y'all, I'm not the meat, I'm the taco
Cute lil' bitch, keep sayin' she cute I told her that's Bravo
We stay with the sticks, Glocks and Dracs I come out the V, you get stopped at the logo
Niggas be lyin', tippin', dissin' Just to get him a promo
And you know that we spinnin', fishin', hittin' Just to give him a halo
And these bitches be weefin', bartin', ploppin' But they say that they ain't though
And you know that we youngins, thuggin', clutchin' Bitch, you better lay low
On OCG, you niggas, bitches, we smokin' on
(Ha, They Know)
Bitch, she get hit in her titty Walk with that fat shit, straight 10 milli
Don't give no f*cks bout no fat bitch, this ass too litty
Lil' bitch try to play me, did her shit Stop callin' my phone and sayin' you miss me
Better call your best friend, tell em get
With me I'm in the trap with a Glock on 50
Ayy, white boy, pass me the drilly I switch to the flow cause I get it and go
He got hit in his chest, he ain't breathin' no more
His mama was cryin', can't see him no more
If he dissin' a man, then I'm doin' the most
Watch his body collapse when he get hit with his ghost
Uh, uh, no, bap bap, And I ain't with the textin' shit
Send my reapers and they stretchin' shit Then get the blastin' shit
Knockin' shit down like it's Tetris, bitch This G26, it gotta switch
I hop off cars I'm hittin' shit I see that opp, he better dip
I'm on his ass, he better not trip We caught that one, that fist ain't rip
If that bitch play a thing, I'ma bust her lip Try to get off the drop, I'm already hip
If you don't want beef, why the f*ck would you diss
Make one move, I'ma empty the criss Pour me some walk while I'm sippin' on drip
And you know it is loose cause I talk my shit Lil' bitch
Ayy, look, uh If I catch me a opp, I be gettin' hit in this shit
Niggas be cappin', gon' die by the bitch R.I.P. put his ass in the ditch
Pull that trigger and make sure he twist Give a f*ck by the bitch, give a f*ck by the nigga
You wanna lay with that nigga, you die with that nigga
No, bap bap
Look at my clips, they hollows Catch me, y'all, I'm not the meat, I'm the taco
Cute lil' bitch, keep sayin' she cute I told her that's Bravo
We stay with the sticks, Glocks and Dracs I come out the V, you get stopped at the logo
Niggas be lyin', tippin', dissin' Just to get him a promo
And you know that we spinnin', fishin', hittin' Just to give him a halo
And these bitches be weefin', bartin', ploppin' But they say that they ain't though
And you know that we youngins, thuggin', clutchin' Bitch, you better lay low
On OCG, you niggas, bitches, we smokin' on
(Ha, They Know)
Writer: Menkaure Young
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