Trxpstarjuvie - Dumb ass hoes brody sarah angie and yadi SMD(diss) (feat. my cuzzo cam) Lyrics

That boy got hit up in his shit, look like Red Gushers
That bitch sarah a weak pussy, couldn't even touch her
That bitch Angie's stank pussy, couldn't even f*ck her
Boy, it's a damn good day, feel like Tom Sucker
Tell me where the f*ck was your friends when my sisters jumped her
Bitch its your loss, it's too bad you got low numbers
Kicking down your door big feet like my nigga Thumper
Running out Home Depot with the flatheads, bitch, we got the lumber
Yeah, your niggas might've came in clutch, but mine came in clutcher
Running out the store with hella bags and Olympic runners
Got your bitch jumping all up on the dick, she a double dutcher
Bitch, keep on wearing them bikinis like it's the summer
Yeah, we finna slide to the crib like some f*cking butter
Yeah, I'm a motherf*cker, because I f*ck your mother
Nobody know I f*ck this bitch who is undercover
I should go and get the Hummer truck with the armor structure
I should go and sip and act, bitch, I'm acting crazy
Bitch told me is we gone f*ck, and I told her maybe
Beat that nigga ass and took his shit, the TV go crazy
Bitch finna ride on my dick until she get lazy
She just stole from the bank, stole gold and some paintings
Those niggas shots that I owe them, but never gon' pay them
We can't keep no TVs in the house, them bitches keep breaking
Ops need a shout out, they look like some motherf*cking cavemen
Nigga, what the f*ck? I'm finna kick your face in if you don't shut it up
Nigga said he wanna fight, nigga, run it up
Act like a f*cking special ed, cause you dumb as f*ck
Take the wood out of the f*cking pack, then pack it up
This nigga acting like a bitch, so I call him Dutch
Took the 40 out the f*cking pack, we rolled it up
You can never put your hands down to knock off the dust
Boy was really talking on the net, so squabble it up
Dumb nigga left his bitch at home, so I knocked her up
Dumb ass bitch named Yadi, they locked her up
Hold on, hold on, nigga
Where the f*ck the Sprite, nigga? Where the f*ck the 40 at, nigga
F*ck! F*ck is at, nigga
Pour the drink, nigga
If the bitch wasn't being f*cking scary, would've socked her up
Bitch, its whatever, got her daughter, we slapped her up
F*ck nigga, just dropped the wood and I
F*ck nigga, just dropped the wood, so I passed the Dutch
Why the f*ck you ain't get out the car, you scary as f*ck
Tell me where the f*ck was your friends, they got you jumped
Mama couldn't even protect you, you ran out of luck
Ran up in your house and took your shit, I don't give a f*ck
Xbox, TV, and all the extra stuff
Thanks for the dog and the TV, really came in clutch
How the f*ck you leave without your bro, you fake as f*ck
Pepper spray to the f*cking eyes, still got beat up
All my niggas f*cking gang, we better keep it clutch
Brody K till I f*cking die, don't get shot up
Ah, ooh
Blueface hunnids in my pocket, got all the bucks
Ooh, ah