twinnjrr - Did To Me! Lyrics

Uh, yeah
Okay, okay, okay
Jr on this bitch
You know what the f*ck going on
Uh, I can't love that bitch
What she did to me?
These people hating on me yeah they just tryna get rid of me
I shoot and pass the rock yeah the people they assisting me
Yeah these people always hating but I will not let it get to me
Like uh, uh, uh
Why they fake not showing Lo-o-ove
Don't got trust for people on-ly blood
R.I.P my granny she watch-from-above
Got tired of the bitch that's e-nough
H-had to leave the bitch she broke-my-trust
And that's some real shit, had to get out, on my f*ckin' Jordan Peele shit
He diss he get popped like a pill, bitch
Wanna go back to the good days in that field, bitch
I'm feelin' just like Patrick Bev, I'm quick to catch a steal, quick
That bitch, she did me dirt, she ain't realize that I'm still him
He diss up on my family or the gang, we gon' kill him
Uh, uh, we gon' put him in that box
I hate that bitch, don't love that bitch, cause that bitch a f*ckin' bot
Yeah, and she was playin' with my thoughts
Uh, yeah, f*ck that bitch, she gone, uh
I'm just coolin' with the gang, yeah, shoutout flash0utjay
Hi bitch, bye bitch, it don't matter, have a good day
These people talk about you and when you not there, these people snakes
I'm finna make it to the top, cop a house in the Outer Banks
I told that stupid thot piece to get the f*ck up out my face
I told that bitch get out my cockpit and switch to her own lane
I told that boy stop talkin', suicide if you touch my chain
And shoutout Spider-Man, I'm chillin' smokin' Mary Jane
Uh, uh, I say I'm good but full with pain
I'm smokin' on your shooter lil' bitch, my favorite strain
Too many thoughts in my head that I don't know how to explain
Can't wait till I'm at the top, celebratin' with champagne, yeah
Glock up in my hand, you know I'm finna blow
Kill a opp, yeah, we gon' up that sco', yeah
This my second song, but lil' bitch, I'm a goat, yeah
Just started rappin', now I gotta goated flow
If he diss, tell that boy he gon' get smacked again
I'm in that bitch headphones, she listen to my track again
Glock 23 on me, I can't lack again
If she do me wrong, tell my old hoes to spin back again
On gang, on gang
Come back lil' bitch
I can't never lack cause my fire got switch
I'm lock with gang can't trust no bitch
F*ck these hoes, yeah, they gon' switch
And she suckin' on my dick
40 on my f*ckin' wrist, yeah
I spent a 40 on your motherf*ckin' bitch, yeah
I spent bout 40 on my motherf*ckin' whip