[Intro]
(NeilaWorld)
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh
[Verse 1]
Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'
Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin'
Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, bitch, and I'm actin'
Yeah, he had dissed me, bitch, and I smashed him
Pop your top with .30s, up in surgery, can't sew back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga, ho, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
[Chorus]
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out waitin' with the rod and hе tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and wе murder niggas
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he real, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
(NeilaWorld)
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh
[Verse 1]
Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'
Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin'
Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, bitch, and I'm actin'
Yeah, he had dissed me, bitch, and I smashed him
Pop your top with .30s, up in surgery, can't sew back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga, ho, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
[Chorus]
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out waitin' with the rod and hе tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and wе murder niggas
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he real, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
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