48 Bars

I'ma make a hundred bands by my fuckin' self All I really need is guap, I want nothing else You be talking hella crazy, need some fucking help Better watch your mouth, who you dissin, before you ducking shells Everybody love to hate when they take an L I hit your bitch everyday if she suck it well Bet you probably got no hoes, 'cause you fuck and tell I'm the type to fuck your babymomma, keep it to myself Why you acting on a track, like it's TV? All my brothers popping out, like it's 3D They be hating, but they really wanna be me I feel like John Cena 'cause they never wanna see me Talk shit in every song, it's a diss track But if you dissin' on my name you get bitch slapped If you really want my fade we can get that Bzy got the strap, he'll knock your homie's shit back Why they braggin' 'bout a 4 but only dropped 2? Broke boy smoking blacks like the cops do And if you rocking with the opps, you get mopped too Big Brodie pull up with the Glocks, and the chops too You got straps, but you never doing nothing with it Stop posing for the Gram, always bluffin' with it Back then, I remember you was never with it Talking 'bout licks, but we all know that you never hit it Bitch I been about my shit, it ain't nothing new I remember selling packs in my middle school And if we talking 'bout licks, bet I hit a few And if I licked you, you should know it's 'cause I needed to Bitch I got two hands, I don't need a tool Sock him out lunch time, while he eating food I ain't being rude, bitch I'm just speaking truth Got your main hoe on my dick, and she eat it too Good brain, I can't fuck with no dumb bitch I swear to God I'm allergic to a bum bitch Treat money like some pussy, make it cum quick I ain't fucking with no broke bitch, with no blue strips She ain't bringing me no bread, then she useless Dumb hoes hella broke 'cause they clueless Why you flexin' with a gun, you never shoot shit Stakx hella eazy with a strap, he be ruthless I ain't rollin' with a bitch less she ride with me When the time come, bitch better slide with me Pistol in her purse, bet she do the time for me If we gotta buss, then I know the bitch a die for me I ain't lying 'bout this shit, I could show you You throwing dirt on my name, that's what hoes do Who ever dissin' on the bros, they some hoes too Why the fuck you speaking on our names, we don't know you, bitch?