NOT A DISS (feat. Set Da Trend)

Grrah! (Grrah!) Grrah! (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Yozora Grrah!, Grrah! (C Blu & Set Da Trend, nigga!) Grrah Gang Grrah Gang (Gang Gang Gang)! Look (C Blu!) I'm not makk but they like how I'm ballin' I'm like pass me the rock, ain't no scorin' I shot and I knew I had their whole squad fallin' Linked up once but not twice, she was borin' Turn that phone off if your boyfriend keep callin' Hit him after and say you was whorin' If he asked you it was with C Blu Yeah, the nigga who was screaming at who I be spinning so much, yeah they calling me beyblade Letting off shots while I'm screaming out ReyWay Spinning the G and I'm looking for DayRay And you know I won't trip about weed Cuz you know I can't go out like DayDay I be damned if I go out like DayDay That boy a custer he fell off the roof If you feeling like bishop then shoot Pop me a perk got me feeling like you Beat her on her back make her flip like the matrix You can't handle the smoke then don't take it They say that they love me do they really mean it I told em' to purchase hop out with the demons Stay poled up If I don't got the gun he get poked up Know I'm smoking explosive like jokes up That's word to my mother I love clearing blocks Any hoe try to line me that bitch getting shot Keep me a .22 it fit in my pocket Mask on just in case that I flock it Don't got the gun then I'm moving like Jason That boy ran so fast we thought he was racin' To that bag yeah I run, you know I'm impatient These hoes wanna fuck, yeah they call me famous That pussy boy upped it, ain't oot Why you going on drills if you anxious If you up on C Blu, better flame it Cuz you know when I spin I go dumb I ain't hop out the V why they run I was just trying to have me some fun Tryna mix a new opp with some runtz Country died for some chicken that's tough Wherever I go, yeah it's tucked If you think that I'm lacking you dumb Red dot to your head now you Hindu Yeah, this F.N keeps bullets like pencils If you run, yeah, these bullets gone get you Grah, if you run yeah these bullets gon' get you (C Blu!) 2 Pac of the month that's nothin' Move look Got shot in his muffin' Too many opps I don't know who I'm puffin' Beam on the Glock, ain't no point of you runnin' Masked up so I'm uppin' in public She like "Setty always up to somethin" Eight of us, bitch you know I ain't cuffin' Eight in the Faygo this ain't Robitussin Eight in the knocker I ain't with the tusslin' .30 stick on me but I ain't no drummer No they mad Rah ain't make it to summer He was talking, should'a had his gun tucked Smoking dummy know it fucked my lungs up Me and C Blu like Jackie and Tucker Slide through the block and they ducking for cover Only the Rey I don't fuck with no other (Coastal Rey)