Want Beef? 2.0

At school I ain't type Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain't right (Huh) L462 Gang At school I ain't type Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain't right I'm high as a kite I'm popping Xans through the night Then crack a opp top like a sprite I'm leaning on kickstand You put on your pinny, I load up my semi Let's meet in the field and blitz then Catch his ass in traffic, Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning I got the bag and bitch I got the Mula, don't look my direction we guaped up Walk in the club all my niggas got Semis, don't look at my section we glocked up Pussy boy thought he was gifted well then treat his ass like a gift get him boxed up You snitching yourself saying names in your Raps, no you not living that now you locked up Lot of money mean a lot of hundreds, Pretty bitches on me I be fucking hoes War beater and a heart breaker, She can love the dick but I ain't cuffing hoes Not a rainbow I like different color Money, blue strips, fell in love with those Spinning like Jack in the Box we been Cracking the opps, with my shottas we clutchin' 4s Moving around with my gang members, Them the same niggas that ain't fuck with you Claiming that's yo brother but he snitching, That's the same nigga that was praying with you How yo ass my brother we got different Struggles, sandbox I wasn't fucking with you Got a little older, moved to the trap house and in fact I wasn't paying with you At school I ain't type Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain't right I'm high as a kite I'm popping Xans through the night Then crack a opp top like a sprite I'm leaning on kickstand You put on your pinny, I load up my semi Let's meet in the field and blitz then Catch his ass in traffic, Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning Choppa be singing that bitch can hit C notes Save my bro like a hero Shooting at villains, Drum come with a 50, we blowing this bitch 'til it's zero And that fuck shit, I can't fuck with, I see through these niggas like a peephole Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffing the racks in my pillow I got bands bitch, But still clutching that tool and it Blow like a motherfucking fan, bitch Whatchu sayin' bitch, Heard you talk out yo neck, Put this tool in yo throat let it blam, bitch And I ain't lying bitch On 6-2 we be spraying shit Peanut butter 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep, Man his ass should've known we wasn't paying shit Hopping on my little slaughtershit, glocky on me I'mma slide a bitch, geekin' on Xanax and molly bitch Mixing the Ac with my sprite and shit 30 on me it ain't talk I might just stick up the plug I just been doing these jobs Mixing the sprite with my mud At school I ain't type Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain't right I'm high as a kite I'm popping Xans through the night Then crack a opp top like a sprite I'm leaning on kickstand You put on your pinny, I load up my semi Let's meet in the field and [?] Catch his ass in traffic, Make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning