Div OCTOBERSFULLMOON
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[Chorus]
Look, man's a div, don't come up to the crib
Don't talk on the gang like that or get ten shots to your ribs
You a bitch (You a bitch), unc's in Brix' (Yeah, unc's in Brix')
Tell me what you know about guns and trappin' bricks ('Bout trappin' bricks, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, bitch, check my fit, manna get lit
Don't fuck with these rappers cah manna be cappers 'cause mans are divs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, we don't give no fucks, hop out the Lamb' and we wet you up
Uh, you say you like Allah and you wanna meet Him, we'll send you up (Ayy, ayy, ayy), you up (You up, you up)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, he knows he's gon' get it (Get it, uh), ten shots to your head, yeah (Head, yeah, uh)
We got him while he was in bed, bed (Bed, bed, uh), won't stop the fire 'til he's dead, yeah (Dead, yeah, uh)
We taking your money, we taking your debit, you talk on the gang but you don't got no credit
You come out the house, you Cripped out in blue, guess you must be a Blood, check the way we left you
Look, man's a div, don't come up to the crib
Don't talk on the gang like that or get ten shots to your ribs
You a bitch (You a bitch), unc's in Brix' (Yeah, unc's in Brix')
Tell me what you know about guns and trappin' bricks ('Bout trappin' bricks, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, bitch, check my fit, manna get lit
Don't fuck with these rappers cah manna be cappers 'cause mans are divs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, we don't give no fucks, hop out the Lamb' and we wet you up
Uh, you say you like Allah and you wanna meet Him, we'll send you up (Ayy, ayy, ayy), you up (You up, you up)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, he knows he's gon' get it (Get it, uh), ten shots to your head, yeah (Head, yeah, uh)
We got him while he was in bed, bed (Bed, bed, uh), won't stop the fire 'til he's dead, yeah (Dead, yeah, uh)
We taking your money, we taking your debit, you talk on the gang but you don't got no credit
You come out the house, you Cripped out in blue, guess you must be a Blood, check the way we left you
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