Luh Trapout - Who df is luh B ? Lyrics

(I'm smokin' on Mari , now y'all niggas mad, y'all need to come get y'all bro back
If I catch lil' catur , get hit with a switch swear to god, I'ma knock his fro back if luh pancake, fat-ass, try to run, I'ma hit his ass with diss pro mag)

"Man turn diss shii of nikka know wtf goin on"
Five, four, three, who tf is luh b ? Two , one, zero
All engines running," ok come on " liftoff, we have a liftoff yea

Yea

Uh who df is luh b man dhat nigga a bitch man dhat nigga must think ima bum
Keep my name out your mentions , you gon' die for that dissin, and you don't even got you a gun
I'm the trap from the Tre, if you play then you lay , this Glock arp , got a drum

My money too long, I'ma addicted to profit
Your niggas be broke man lil bro, need ta stop it
Man, these 556 leaving' holes in your body
You play with my pack, Drake, shoot like a rocket

You really my son, do this and you copy
What the f*ck goin' on, say smokin my bro
You ain't doin' shit, just stunt ' for the hoes
You really be broke, ain't movin' no loads

I'll kick down your door den come back with some more
The bros want your head, so we gettin' him gone
You ain't doin' shit, stop bumping my phone
You know I get active, better watch yea lil tone

I get me a pack, bring it home, now its gone
The motion man from 336, come out the car, it's gettin' hit
Jree be trippin' off the dome, that boy got 40 with a dick
It's S.O.B like any day, put B.T.A. You speak on H

Man, free my brother out that cell, you really know its f*ck that case
Quit all that wolfin, in yo captions
Y'all niggas doin' all that cappin
Pull, out the Glocks lets see who faster

You know luh trap, young rich and handsome
Man, I ain't stuntin', silly goose
I pull out Drake wit all my trupe
You know I get the city lit, I pop outside like, who are you

Lil' B wolfin' on the net, but never show me what he do
He claim I'm known how he get, but Lord knows don't have a clue
He say he smokin' on my brother, but you know we loose, screwww!
I'm really crazy in the head, I'll kill that boy, then take his shoes

I went for like and all the red, ta goin' back to baby blue
A nigga playin' with my gang, we bumpin' down just for the loot
A nigga playin' with my gang, we bumpin' down just with my crew
Lil' B makin' all these disses, this nigga must think he bulletproof

Nigga, you know you f*ckin' fear me, come on now, let's tell the truth
You put my name up in your song, so know I gotta hit the booth
We smoke old buddy out diss wood, but Lord knows that nigga boof
I'm a gorilla from the jungle, no, I'm straight from Winston's Zoo

Man, free my brothers out that cell, was at the grave? Nobody there
Bluetooth connected through the G2C, cause bitch, I never cared