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Last diss track I'm making, 'cause y'all niggas is butt It's backdoor season, niggas better have they key Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah What? Grrah, grrah, grrah Look (C Blu) I can't wait 'til I walk up that Hill That's on bro, everybody get killed If he lack he got popped like a pill Two shots hit him, now he stuck on wheels And he thought he was safe in the store If that was me, I ain't showing remorse (at all) .45 hit him, send him to the lord If I don't got it, Mali up the score It's a no O' Zone when we walk through I'm a hitter so watch who you talk to Big ass chop, feelin' like I'm Mad Max Want a feature? Then send it through Cash App CJ Goon built like a softball, it's a home run if he lack Backdoor season, hollows hit his back I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe (Roscoe) I thought you was tough, you should've let your chop go Keemy pussy, got hit in your taco Say you spinnin' the Sev, looking for JO? (Never) When you see me let's see how your day go Bullets so hot, usa me fuego Call up Yagi, get him out the way bro Smoking Dummy, make it ease the pain more Know a nigga got hit in his neck Coastal Rey, show me some respect If I ain't got it, Nazzy hit your chest No, I won't settle for less Say you snatching what? We smoking on you next Chase down gang 'til we out of breath Two guns up, that's a triple homi' Sosa got the beam, waiting in your lobby EJ got the shh, he ain't moving sloppy And them niggas, they dead, popped (what?) They be dissing, like send shots (boom!) Got a beam with like ten shots Try to run, get your head popped When you see me, I don't knuckle up Shots out to Sha 'til the mission is done He got shot in his shit, why the fuck he get jiggy? Smoking a T got me stylin' Poppin' these Perkys, they say I be wildin' Free the stars that's stuck on the Island I can't wait 'til I run into Sensei Stupid ass name, it fill me with laughter Do a hit, then a song right after Move like a ghost, they calling me Casper Move too fast, no, they can't catch up She was living, now that bitch a ghost (Lilah) You know I'm trendy, I slide in a Ghost I'm a GOAT, when I talk, take notes Said you'd spin my block, I know Two shots, bah, bah, then get low I'm a demon, I smile when I throw Mama praying that I make it home King of my city, bitch, where is my throne? I can't wait 'til I walk up that Hill That's on bro, everybody get killed If he lack he got popped like a pill Two shots hit him, now he stuck on wheels And he thought he was safe in the store If that was me, I ain't showing remorse (at all) .45 hit him, send him to the lord If I don't got it, Mali up the score It's a no O' Zone when we walk through I'm a hitter so watch who you talk to Big ass chop, feelin' like I'm Mad Max Want a feature? Then send it through Cash App CJ Goon built like a softball, it's a home run if he lack Backdoor season, hollows hit his back I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe (Roscoe) Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom I'll be damned if I go out like Roscoe, ahh Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Writer(s): Anthony Williams, Jeremy Arbesfeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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