[Intro]
And I just paid a thirty ball
Fresh out the can
I ain’t wear striped shirts since I was, like, in elementary
Lil dirty ass nigga you can’t fuck with me
Slime, Drench
Let’s talk
[Verse]
I might rob you to try to be funny
‘Cause I know you ain’t got no money
And them dudes in the back of you bummy
Dirty ass Crip nigga, you the real Dusty (Loc)
And we up on the score that’s why he mad
We gon’ up it again we catch Dee Savv
I can spot him from far he got bad drip
Hail Mary he catchin’ these d-pads
I be horsin’ but right now I’m deadass
Shamel gone now we smokin’ his dead ass (Boomski)
Nigga how you gon’ say you ain’t tellin’?
If your name on some paperwork
You a dirty ass Crip and a rat too
And I know Uncle Snoop won’t jack you
Can’t name one thing y’all did for Boomski
Other than gettin’ some tattoos
And my chain Avianne let’s talk that
Type of store that you can’t even walk in
After Niko got cut we went hawkin’
Ask the Folks, why you think they ain’t talkin’?
This chain ‘round my neck cost money, cheese
All you got around your neck is a handkerchief
Swear to god I be feelin’ what Durk said
“Know a nigga talk cash but ain’t got a G”
Speak on me then you gotta speak highly
Never mind ‘cause they tryna indict me
While I’m outside then you gotta tread lightly
‘Cause ima come you ain’t gotta invite me
Bitch linkin’ me she gotta get vibey
Or she gotta dip ‘cause I’m Ninedee
I don’t care if you was related
I’ll up on you, nigga, I’m grimy
Got some nerve to be talkin’ ‘bout jail
The whole world know about your charge
Rape-o
Anytime I got locked up
That’s ‘cause firearms keep getting discharged
You gon’ Fresh on me how, I’m no fighter
.80 stay on my like a pocket lighter
Get the drop on ‘em, pull a all nighter
Nigga wasn’t you 6ix9ine ghostwriter?
Can’t read my chain ‘cause these ain’t no SI’s
And I even got shooters in SI
Oh you think you gon’ win? May the best guy
I can shit, y’all got too many dead guys
Ike, Nookie, nigga, 750, WhiteSavv and Studda
Y’all new name should be losin’ my brothers
Y’all ain’t wanna say word to your mother
Famo dirty he tryna move hot too
I’m like 50, and y’all niggas Ja Rule
And why you keep sayin’ you bent thru?
I don’t know who came but I know it’s not you
Shit he sayin’ on his tracks, not true
Mauley been out the whip, he is not Wooo
And I see y’all linked up with Frostman
Makes sense ‘cause all them niggas cops too
After this I don’t know I might block you
[?], you can’t even fit that
Heard ya pops did a deal with 6ix9ine
He ain’t Jet no more he missed that
You can’t fuck with me boy that’s a big fact
Kima treeshy how do you kiss that?
You should be the last one speakin’ on deads
‘Cause y’all still ain’t get back
If I was Fivi I would’ve left you too, can’t even be mad at cuzzy
‘Cause you a lil broke lil dirty ass [?] who ain’t never gon’ have no money
Better put some respect on my name
Lil nigga you know what it bring
Humble Gz he done gave y’all the belt
And y’all think y’all can fuck with the ching?
Got some nerve try to speak on my bling
Y’all lil niggas can’t even fuck with my ring
I don’t care ‘bout views on the ‘Tube
Y’all niggas be buyin’ it anyway
Nigga I rather talk ‘bout that money shit
With that y’all can’t fuck with me any day
Truth hurt lil nigga we can bet that
How y’all sound said y’all boomin’ for a dead rat?
Couple things you forgettin’ to mention
Niggas know we get packs and we get back
Your man’s dead, lil bitch, you supposed to ride
Fuck Boomer, all rats is suppose to die
Say he gon’ take Aaron Rodgers out
But I’m KD now get posterized
Stop makin’ shit up talkin’ ‘bout I got fucked in the cell
While Kima was fuckin’ while you was in jail
And I got hit with conspiracy twice, still paid that bail, like
Ask about me in jail I was with [?]
And I put hands and feet’s on your big Wooo
Ask about me in the town too
I did missions while I raised two, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout kids
Lemme relax on the shit that I did, nigga you drid
Big 26 nigga suck my dick
And I just paid a thirty ball
Fresh out the can
I ain’t wear striped shirts since I was, like, in elementary
Lil dirty ass nigga you can’t fuck with me
Slime, Drench
Let’s talk
[Verse]
I might rob you to try to be funny
‘Cause I know you ain’t got no money
And them dudes in the back of you bummy
Dirty ass Crip nigga, you the real Dusty (Loc)
And we up on the score that’s why he mad
We gon’ up it again we catch Dee Savv
I can spot him from far he got bad drip
Hail Mary he catchin’ these d-pads
I be horsin’ but right now I’m deadass
Shamel gone now we smokin’ his dead ass (Boomski)
Nigga how you gon’ say you ain’t tellin’?
If your name on some paperwork
You a dirty ass Crip and a rat too
And I know Uncle Snoop won’t jack you
Can’t name one thing y’all did for Boomski
Other than gettin’ some tattoos
And my chain Avianne let’s talk that
Type of store that you can’t even walk in
After Niko got cut we went hawkin’
Ask the Folks, why you think they ain’t talkin’?
This chain ‘round my neck cost money, cheese
All you got around your neck is a handkerchief
Swear to god I be feelin’ what Durk said
“Know a nigga talk cash but ain’t got a G”
Speak on me then you gotta speak highly
Never mind ‘cause they tryna indict me
While I’m outside then you gotta tread lightly
‘Cause ima come you ain’t gotta invite me
Bitch linkin’ me she gotta get vibey
Or she gotta dip ‘cause I’m Ninedee
I don’t care if you was related
I’ll up on you, nigga, I’m grimy
Got some nerve to be talkin’ ‘bout jail
The whole world know about your charge
Rape-o
Anytime I got locked up
That’s ‘cause firearms keep getting discharged
You gon’ Fresh on me how, I’m no fighter
.80 stay on my like a pocket lighter
Get the drop on ‘em, pull a all nighter
Nigga wasn’t you 6ix9ine ghostwriter?
Can’t read my chain ‘cause these ain’t no SI’s
And I even got shooters in SI
Oh you think you gon’ win? May the best guy
I can shit, y’all got too many dead guys
Ike, Nookie, nigga, 750, WhiteSavv and Studda
Y’all new name should be losin’ my brothers
Y’all ain’t wanna say word to your mother
Famo dirty he tryna move hot too
I’m like 50, and y’all niggas Ja Rule
And why you keep sayin’ you bent thru?
I don’t know who came but I know it’s not you
Shit he sayin’ on his tracks, not true
Mauley been out the whip, he is not Wooo
And I see y’all linked up with Frostman
Makes sense ‘cause all them niggas cops too
After this I don’t know I might block you
[?], you can’t even fit that
Heard ya pops did a deal with 6ix9ine
He ain’t Jet no more he missed that
You can’t fuck with me boy that’s a big fact
Kima treeshy how do you kiss that?
You should be the last one speakin’ on deads
‘Cause y’all still ain’t get back
If I was Fivi I would’ve left you too, can’t even be mad at cuzzy
‘Cause you a lil broke lil dirty ass [?] who ain’t never gon’ have no money
Better put some respect on my name
Lil nigga you know what it bring
Humble Gz he done gave y’all the belt
And y’all think y’all can fuck with the ching?
Got some nerve try to speak on my bling
Y’all lil niggas can’t even fuck with my ring
I don’t care ‘bout views on the ‘Tube
Y’all niggas be buyin’ it anyway
Nigga I rather talk ‘bout that money shit
With that y’all can’t fuck with me any day
Truth hurt lil nigga we can bet that
How y’all sound said y’all boomin’ for a dead rat?
Couple things you forgettin’ to mention
Niggas know we get packs and we get back
Your man’s dead, lil bitch, you supposed to ride
Fuck Boomer, all rats is suppose to die
Say he gon’ take Aaron Rodgers out
But I’m KD now get posterized
Stop makin’ shit up talkin’ ‘bout I got fucked in the cell
While Kima was fuckin’ while you was in jail
And I got hit with conspiracy twice, still paid that bail, like
Ask about me in jail I was with [?]
And I put hands and feet’s on your big Wooo
Ask about me in the town too
I did missions while I raised two, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout kids
Lemme relax on the shit that I did, nigga you drid
Big 26 nigga suck my dick
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