Bussdown Die Mondez (Ft. Zoocci Coke Dope)

[Verse 1: Die Mondez]
Woah
I been moving way too fast, fuck around and crash
With my niggas doing bad shit, my haters mad still
I know niggas ain't been living half the shit they caption
Say they do it for the Gram, man that shit is tragic
Woah, yeah
I need more it's not enough
I get heart text messages from shorties I can't even trust
Woah, yeah
I called all these niggas' bluff
Aces in the cut, who gave a fuck if they say I switched up
The little baby a freak, she turn my room to a circus
Fuckin' it up in the sheets
I got lil shawty shaking like she nervous
Grab on the mic and I preach (hallelujah)
All my verses sound like sermons (amen)
Gotta watch out for the service
Think I finally found my purpose
I know these niggas ain't wishing me well
Packed the lean now I'm slow like a snail
Niggas are bitches and bitches are moving like niggas
Man these days it's harder to tell
I'm 'bout to drip, like I came up with the term
Every week, new apparel
Send me this shit through the mail
I let the bygones be gone and still lick the [?]