Bartbourne - Divine Lyrics

Huh huh
Bitch get on the ground
They gon spray at the town
Bitch you know I get around (yea) imma spray hunnid rounds
Why y'all niggas playing wit me (yea)
I got the keys to the street (yea)
I had to slap that boy clean (yea)
Nigga was talking that shit (yea)
I had to snatch off her wig (yea)
Yea I know they ain't twins (nah)
Yea bitch smokin big pots
Rose & Gold like I'm Rick Ross
If she ain't got no goals she gotta get lost
You was talking that shit, nigga got mossed
Nigga got mossed for a quick toss
I had to relocate (yea)
I had to relocate (yea)
Nigga got smoked in his mothaf*ckin face
When they see me in person, they ain't got nothing to say
Drinking her own medicine, uhh how it taste
I'm at the top nigga, I'm getting paid
I'm a thot slayer yo bitch can get slayed
Nigga a simp he stay getting played
Feel like Amicia Derune, I ain't got shit to prove
You need to move
Nah nigga we ain't cool
F*ck nigga whatcu mean
You don't know me
You was never locked in wit me
Nigga taking my shit (yea)
Nigga taking my style (yea)
It's gon take about a while (yea)