Lyrics
Like, they throw them Ls, I don’t know what they did
Look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
**** rappin’, they mans in a ditch
Better go get up and get on that shit
Like, R.I.P. Kal, two guns if he trip
We runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
Like, they diss in song, I don’t feel them
Fuck it, hop in the ride, let’s go get him
Brodie—brodie itchin’ to wet ‘em
They don’t get back for their man, then forget ‘em
And R.I.P. to the lil’ one, for lil’ Notti
He got caught with no pole on his body
He was dissin’, but we knew his body
R.I.P. bro rolled him up in a hottie
Rah got slapped by an A-Wood ****
Would’ve been me, would’ve flamed that ****
But he just sat back and just hate that ****
You pussy, no, we ain’t the same, my ****
If he jackin’ BG, that’s a BD
When I see him, you know that it’s lit
How you smokin’ Eazy, you a peewee
Aim for Fiji when we on they strip
This still on my PeeWee, do ‘em Skeezy
When I spin, call them names, it hit
Like ninety shots out the clip
Like no, you can’t even dip
Like mention the 3rd, **** know how we get
Run into us, you get sent to the rest
Like leave his hoe in depressed
Like on this car, ain’t nobody can check
Like they throw them Ls, I don’t know what they did
Look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
**** rappin’, they mans in a ditch
Better go get up and get on that shit
Like R.I.P. Kal, two guns if he trip
We runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
How you on the S lookin’ for a Crip
Saw your brother, **** caught that hit
Word to my mother, Omi was a bitch
Catch lil’ bro, beat him with the grip
How you dissin’, you ain’t got no hits
3 opps shot, then we had to dip
Free BG Tecca, hella what
Screwin’ some videos, ****, he a kid
When they see me, know I let it rip
Spin through the 4th, clickin’ on the 5th
I’m a demon flockin’ on they strips
I’ma keep clickin’ till a **** trip
Grrah
**** know what the fuck goin’ on, ****
All that Highbridge shit to my dick, ****
When we spinnin’ the Bridge, we lookin’ for Wowdy
All that Highbridge to shit on my dick
Why you mention my block, ****, what you did
That’s Trap Manny, throw him off that bridge
Like bitch, I’m an ‘ooter, do hits by my doley
Catch a Drilly, we gon’ leave him holy
We smokin’ UE, with some Oumi
Lotti and Notti done died by the police
If you droppin’ my S, you get turned to exotic
Fuck Rah, he got hit in his bonnet
Like brodie a demon, he always on hot shit
Mention my slugs, they know we the hottest
Like my Heavy K, we don’t fuck with them projects
That’s a Gunna, I’ma flock him
Like R.I.P. Kal, for brodie be flockin’
Like fuck all the opps, **** keep on droppin’
Grrah
I’m with Eddy and Day
Three knocks, one beat, let’s go to the Gates
Hop out and up it, leave them where they stay
They mentionin’ Smelly, they gon’ meet this flame
The dead like, go spin through the H
Two drills one day, let’s show ’em how the slugs play
Rah got packed, Dummy got packed
Layla got packed, AJ done cracked
Like they throw them L’s, I don’t know what they did
Look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
**** rappin’, they mans in a ditch
Better go get up and get on that shit
Like R.I.P. Kal, two guns if he trip
We runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
Y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our dick
Written by: Dayron Williams
