Mr. Mosely Claps Back

This when Mister Mosely clap back, like, I really end careers, like I'm a different type of individual (I fucking love you JuJu) I'm a mini chopper if you didn't know If somebody gotta die, it's simply you Now they gotta quote a line from Mystikal I heard his baby mama got strong knees Was gon' overnight the bitch, but got cold feet Can you give Fader a call please? I'm heavily influenced by codeine I am not no fuckin' role model Tell the doctor bring me more bottles It's nothing like science on a rocket My son's birthday, I bought him four choppers If you don't wanna die, keep dancing Your girlfriend is a backseat bandit If you don't wanna die, keep dancing Your girlfriend is a backseat bandit Let me tell you something that's facts He's never coming back and that's that Go and put me on a hashtag This when Mister Mosely claps back Let me tell you something that's facts He's never coming back and that's that Go and put me on a hashtag This when Mister Mosely claps back All this talking from behind, can we speak on it? Give a nigga ninety shells when it's 3:30 When his body hit the ground, put a sheet on it Even fly niggas gotta get they feet dirty Why you wanna run up on me? 'Cause I got dough? I just put a hole up in Johnny Bravo He's no longer, that's for all that being macho I fled the scene in a Louis V poncho This when Shy Glizzy battle Lil Uzi This when sticks in the car actin' stupid In this life, nice guys finish last Yeah, we fly, but you will not get a pass Let me tell you something that's facts He's never coming back and that's that Go and put me on a hashtag This when Mister Mosely claps back Let me tell you something that's facts He's never coming back and that's that Go and put me on a hashtag This when Mister Mosely claps back How you tryna get up on me in a Tahoe? Three-sixty cameras, lil' nigga, we are not broke Ten bricks in the car, call me Pablo Was creeping through the back door, call me Sancho He was tripping over a bitch and got shot over it She say put it on my face, so I shot over it I just scuffed my Louis Vs and got the block jumpin' We just killed all of your friends, but we not over it We finna spin a couple laps just a couple times Just shit bagged twelve niggas, what you got in mind? Just shit bagged twelve niggas, what you got in mind? Three-fifty for some juice, nigga crossed the line They done crossed the line with this shit They got shit fucked up, nigga Nigga, don't sneak diss me, don't do none of that, nigga I really end careers, nigga, like, it's like Yeah, man, like, just face it, like, just face it, bruh Like, you can't sit there mopin' around, sitting on the couch I know you going through some shit though, but just Just face it, bruh, like He's never coming back and that's that You hear me? Yeah, nigga talkin' 'bout some motherfuckin' three-fifty a line Like, shit nigga, you crossed the line, strip him I had to strip him I ain't playin' with no nigga All you weird-ass niggas out there tryna tax for this juice, nigga We strippin' shit Ugh