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Nigga know I f*ck with Monta, your hoe eat dick like a entree
F*ck round catch lil' bruh on slimey shit, get crossed just like Lebron James
Boy, you broke and chasin' bitches, boy, you worried bout the wrong things
These niggas ran a fade with niggas, and you know he still can not hang
Too discreet, they think I'm sweet, bet not try it, I am not playin
Smokin' meat, they got me geeked, hell nah, I don't pop xans
F*ck niggas dissin' in them songs, he drop a dot, know what I'm on
Hang out the window, fully stick, oh, that's a new opp on a tee
F*ck nigga cappin' in them songs act like he steppin', no, he ain't
Lil cyrus you a bitch, you seen me out in traffic, ain't do shit
He tried to walk down on Lil Corey swing the Drac, oh, that's another pack
I heard you droppin' dots, no, I don't get no f*ck, we can go lo for lo
Von say he dont do no Xans, f*ck what he said, pass me that pill
Big 163 and Long Live Dame, you diss im spinning with Lil 'Lil
Let off some many shots, he traumatized, that shit there gave him chills
Better get some tints cause we shoot through the glass, leave your head by the wheel
This bitch stay tryna talk, don't even use your mouth if you not kneel
I'ma say what I want, better do what you gone do, f*ck how you feel
I'ma dick your bitch out, my kids on the Face f*ck, how you feel
Big TKB, oh, yeah, that's me, say free the sparks they comin' home
Lil' meat died in his sleep, I guess that Jesus put the plug on him
Oh, I just wanna f*ck, no, I can't cuff this bitch, know she a nat
She tryna eat me up before I leave, Lil Monta love freaks
You know I love a bop
You can die with him too, since you around him, man, you love the opps
I got a J, I'm gon' hit every time, I know she love to shop
Shot with so many bullets, hit his spine, I'm shitty, he ain't clock
They gon' lie so much, so I can't wait till we put him on fox
Thought I was slick, but they knew it was me, could tell just by the lock
Know we stand on business for real, and you could tell just by the glock
Before Lil' Tony beats for real, I was makin' hits on Hard Knock
Boy, you broke and chasin' bitches, boy, you worried bout the wrong thing
This nigga ran a fade with niggas, and you know he still can not hang
Too discreet, they think I'm sweet, better not try it, I am not playin
Smokin' meat, he got me geekin', hell nah, I don't pop Xans