[Chorus: YNW Melly & R. Lee Ermey]
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
(Because I am hard, you will not like me)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the fuck wrong with him?"
[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these niggas ain't real (Ain't real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass fuck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't fuck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't fuckin' with you at all
And Lil Baby snapped, but this fuck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
(Because I am hard, you will not like me)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the fuck wrong with him?"
[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these niggas ain't real (Ain't real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass fuck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't fuck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't fuckin' with you at all
And Lil Baby snapped, but this fuck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
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