You niggas make them diss songs but it's not really slappin
Chop go brakka and hit his dome, he thought I was just rappin
Said you gon' switch, cheese the load, can you stop all the cappin'
Baby A, hold a hundred, I just bought a new gadget, ayy
Ninety-one for the gas, cause my squizz exquisite, bitch, I don't snort coke
I pop thizz cause it lift my spirit
It's Funk with bro, I gotta smoke it, next family visit Or have security pop him up, you know my
Mans be trippin'
When I was down bad, nobody checked on me
I ain't got no Nike on, but it's a tech on me
Uzi Vert on me, tryna put your ass to rest, homie
Did this nigga just wave hi, we finna check Brody
See a 5, bleed a 5, I can't give no passes, this bitch, weird, I drunk a honey pack to not get no action
Boy, I wouldn't even fight the flu, bet the stick gon' tap him
It's P-80, but I can bet you the stick do magic
Hit his load with 223s, I'm a windshield wiper
Told my fam to bring it down low cause I am not no fiver
My opps don't really slide for real, they some Instagram livers
He died dipping his toes in, he is not no diver
Box em in don't even do the one-on-ones with the fades
Every time my opp get popped up, I'm the one they blame
It's F*ck the Pups, I ride around with dogs who can't be tamed
Everybody glock, got STD, bitch, we came with
Flames
How you a ho, but you still ain't give no cooter?
What the f*ck is a 10, bitch, I came with a ruler
When my niggas up the sco, I don't know who the shooter
I'm a real slimy nigga, just watch how I maneuver
Ill, I'm knock a nigga top back, it's a bloody scene
Whole hood laughing now cause you took one for the team
Got a .30 on my waist and I'm bout to let it ring
Little nigga talking shit, but this Drakey make him sing
Why you talking all that shit if you don't wanna get involved
How you say that's your bitch, but she let me f*ck her raw
And I bust on her face and she know all my songs
She a bad little bitch, she look good in a thong
Bad little bitch, beats a pussy like I'm 03
She a freak ho and she singing, don't know me
Chilling with your friends, bitch, come and bring your homies
Off two foes, got me feeling like I'm Kobe
Brother gets a trip and tell her, me to kick the cup
Nigga know I love that shit, I could never give it up
Got demons on my head telling me time is up
So when I ride through the city, bitch, you know I'm blickyed up
EBKSoto - bring it down low (feat. Lil Hungry) Lyrics
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You niggas make them diss songs but it's not really slappin
Chop go brakka and hit his dome, he thought I was just rappin
Said you gon' switch, cheese the load, can you stop all the cappin'
Baby A, hold a hundred, I just bought a new gadget, ayy
Ninety-one for the gas, cause my squizz exquisite, bitch, I don't snort coke
I pop thizz cause it lift my spirit
It's Funk with bro, I gotta smoke it, next family visit Or have security pop him up, you know my
Mans be trippin'
When I was down bad, nobody checked on me
I ain't got no Nike on, but it's a tech on me
Uzi Vert on me, tryna put your ass to rest, homie
Did this nigga just wave hi, we finna check Brody
See a 5, bleed a 5, I can't give no passes, this bitch, weird, I drunk a honey pack to not get no action
Boy, I wouldn't even fight the flu, bet the stick gon' tap him
It's P-80, but I can bet you the stick do magic
Hit his load with 223s, I'm a windshield wiper
Told my fam to bring it down low cause I am not no fiver
My opps don't really slide for real, they some Instagram livers
He died dipping his toes in, he is not no diver
Box em in don't even do the one-on-ones with the fades
Every time my opp get popped up, I'm the one they blame
It's F*ck the Pups, I ride around with dogs who can't be tamed
Everybody glock, got STD, bitch, we came with
Flames
How you a ho, but you still ain't give no cooter?
What the f*ck is a 10, bitch, I came with a ruler
When my niggas up the sco, I don't know who the shooter
I'm a real slimy nigga, just watch how I maneuver
Ill, I'm knock a nigga top back, it's a bloody scene
Whole hood laughing now cause you took one for the team
Got a .30 on my waist and I'm bout to let it ring
Little nigga talking shit, but this Drakey make him sing
Why you talking all that shit if you don't wanna get involved
How you say that's your bitch, but she let me f*ck her raw
And I bust on her face and she know all my songs
She a bad little bitch, she look good in a thong
Bad little bitch, beats a pussy like I'm 03
She a freak ho and she singing, don't know me
Chilling with your friends, bitch, come and bring your homies
Off two foes, got me feeling like I'm Kobe
Brother gets a trip and tell her, me to kick the cup
Nigga know I love that shit, I could never give it up
Got demons on my head telling me time is up
So when I ride through the city, bitch, you know I'm blickyed up
Chop go brakka and hit his dome, he thought I was just rappin
Said you gon' switch, cheese the load, can you stop all the cappin'
Baby A, hold a hundred, I just bought a new gadget, ayy
Ninety-one for the gas, cause my squizz exquisite, bitch, I don't snort coke
I pop thizz cause it lift my spirit
It's Funk with bro, I gotta smoke it, next family visit Or have security pop him up, you know my
Mans be trippin'
When I was down bad, nobody checked on me
I ain't got no Nike on, but it's a tech on me
Uzi Vert on me, tryna put your ass to rest, homie
Did this nigga just wave hi, we finna check Brody
See a 5, bleed a 5, I can't give no passes, this bitch, weird, I drunk a honey pack to not get no action
Boy, I wouldn't even fight the flu, bet the stick gon' tap him
It's P-80, but I can bet you the stick do magic
Hit his load with 223s, I'm a windshield wiper
Told my fam to bring it down low cause I am not no fiver
My opps don't really slide for real, they some Instagram livers
He died dipping his toes in, he is not no diver
Box em in don't even do the one-on-ones with the fades
Every time my opp get popped up, I'm the one they blame
It's F*ck the Pups, I ride around with dogs who can't be tamed
Everybody glock, got STD, bitch, we came with
Flames
How you a ho, but you still ain't give no cooter?
What the f*ck is a 10, bitch, I came with a ruler
When my niggas up the sco, I don't know who the shooter
I'm a real slimy nigga, just watch how I maneuver
Ill, I'm knock a nigga top back, it's a bloody scene
Whole hood laughing now cause you took one for the team
Got a .30 on my waist and I'm bout to let it ring
Little nigga talking shit, but this Drakey make him sing
Why you talking all that shit if you don't wanna get involved
How you say that's your bitch, but she let me f*ck her raw
And I bust on her face and she know all my songs
She a bad little bitch, she look good in a thong
Bad little bitch, beats a pussy like I'm 03
She a freak ho and she singing, don't know me
Chilling with your friends, bitch, come and bring your homies
Off two foes, got me feeling like I'm Kobe
Brother gets a trip and tell her, me to kick the cup
Nigga know I love that shit, I could never give it up
Got demons on my head telling me time is up
So when I ride through the city, bitch, you know I'm blickyed up
Writer: alan soto
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid