[Intro]
Gang and them, no lames with them
Long live sayin' my name
[Verse]
I know a nigga goin' bald, ain't say my name
You can't even talk money with me 'cause you ain't got no change
The only dirt on your name is you like rapin' people
Unless you got a thousand blues strips, we can't be equal
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga from San Pedro
Where is Remble? Not in his city, he like Nemo
You really thought signin' a deal was a cheat code?
A durag, Dickie and White Forces not Steelo
How you gon' try to diss the niggas you mimickin'?
You a bitch and you got hella pieces, you likе Jada Pinkett
Say the Plug name in thе song, you big trippin'
I guess I gotta whoop one of my kids with these extensions
Not a Stinc 'cause you was scared of the niggas we was dissin'
He wanna rap beef, so now chef Ralfy in the kitchen
You can't even go to your projects 'cause the eses took it
You dissed the Plug and gave me some clout, so good lookin'
That 10K grill turnin' brown and it's crooked
He tried to bait me in with a diss, so I took it
I never lost the faith in the county, who told you that?
It's five niggas from your hood, Google said it's inactive
You must be 'bout to drop again, tryna get some traction
Finna invoice your label, for this diss, I need my back end
In Miami right now, I'm finna blow some bitches' back end
It's only been an hour and I already clapped back
Turn his ass speed fitted, cap to a snapback
I see y'all niggas cliquin' up and I'm laughin' at you
Finna do a nigga shady and watch what the aftermath do
Big Sad, you a rat, and I kind of like your music
You really had Mickey Ds in the interrogation room?
Niggas talkin' 'bout I ran, they be soundin' delusional
How you the king of LA and none of your music blowin'?
How you a Crip and let niggas diss that and do music with him?
Back to ramblin', you ain't never been in a foreign coupe maneuverin'
I heard you be fuckin' on hoes that look like Oompa Loompas
Ten chains and all of 'em mine, but you can use one
I heard you niggas in San Pedro on used guns
For the cheese, we'll put shells to the beef like chalupas
I'm finna drop a bomb on you niggas, I'm finna nuke somethin'
Like Tity Boi, just two chains like two somethin'
What's the point of sayin' my name if you ain't gon' do nothin'?
If you really from the streets, you ain't gotta prove nothin'
What, your label signed you up to diss the Plug to lose from it?
How you gon' paint the city blue without no blue hundreds?
Rock climbin' to my level, gettin' cooked like Gordon Ramsay
You my kids, should've aborted that diss, now he need a Plan B
Gon' diss me, but your 'fit in my video lookin' tacky
Gang and them, no lames with them
Long live sayin' my name
[Verse]
I know a nigga goin' bald, ain't say my name
You can't even talk money with me 'cause you ain't got no change
The only dirt on your name is you like rapin' people
Unless you got a thousand blues strips, we can't be equal
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga from San Pedro
Where is Remble? Not in his city, he like Nemo
You really thought signin' a deal was a cheat code?
A durag, Dickie and White Forces not Steelo
How you gon' try to diss the niggas you mimickin'?
You a bitch and you got hella pieces, you likе Jada Pinkett
Say the Plug name in thе song, you big trippin'
I guess I gotta whoop one of my kids with these extensions
Not a Stinc 'cause you was scared of the niggas we was dissin'
He wanna rap beef, so now chef Ralfy in the kitchen
You can't even go to your projects 'cause the eses took it
You dissed the Plug and gave me some clout, so good lookin'
That 10K grill turnin' brown and it's crooked
He tried to bait me in with a diss, so I took it
I never lost the faith in the county, who told you that?
It's five niggas from your hood, Google said it's inactive
You must be 'bout to drop again, tryna get some traction
Finna invoice your label, for this diss, I need my back end
In Miami right now, I'm finna blow some bitches' back end
It's only been an hour and I already clapped back
Turn his ass speed fitted, cap to a snapback
I see y'all niggas cliquin' up and I'm laughin' at you
Finna do a nigga shady and watch what the aftermath do
Big Sad, you a rat, and I kind of like your music
You really had Mickey Ds in the interrogation room?
Niggas talkin' 'bout I ran, they be soundin' delusional
How you the king of LA and none of your music blowin'?
How you a Crip and let niggas diss that and do music with him?
Back to ramblin', you ain't never been in a foreign coupe maneuverin'
I heard you be fuckin' on hoes that look like Oompa Loompas
Ten chains and all of 'em mine, but you can use one
I heard you niggas in San Pedro on used guns
For the cheese, we'll put shells to the beef like chalupas
I'm finna drop a bomb on you niggas, I'm finna nuke somethin'
Like Tity Boi, just two chains like two somethin'
What's the point of sayin' my name if you ain't gon' do nothin'?
If you really from the streets, you ain't gotta prove nothin'
What, your label signed you up to diss the Plug to lose from it?
How you gon' paint the city blue without no blue hundreds?
Rock climbin' to my level, gettin' cooked like Gordon Ramsay
You my kids, should've aborted that diss, now he need a Plan B
Gon' diss me, but your 'fit in my video lookin' tacky
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