Cliff Hanger OTM

[Verse: Blue Pesoss]
(He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger)
I carry street sweeps and hit sticks
He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger
Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz n*ggas
I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher
Double deckers for a sneak disser talkin’
A gang of track runners, bullets finna hawk ‘em
We can’t fuck with rats, snake or no possums
It’s Doomsday, it’s dark coupes in that plaza
Ninety-nine n*ggas beggin’ for these problems
A very bad day, he died in his Impala
A sweepstakes, come and take a gamble
Do he want it?
Come and box wit’ it, show me how them stocks work
N*gga, you ain’t shot nothin’
Quit the bluffin’, put them chops down
Peek-a-boo, take a reach, n*gga I just chip swipers
How that n*gga gettin’ all that clout? He’s a dickrider
Somebody wife my new roller, I just pimped on her
We too greedy for the dough, we pullin’ all nighters
This ain’t MMA bro, we ain’t fist fightin’
N*ggas ain’t really what they say so do it really matter?
Nah really it just mean he finna strip faster
Gettin’ direspectful, see an opp, I’m finna spit on ‘em
Chop’ made him do a summersault, and he flipped forward
I mean backwards, coming down, he’s a coward
Backstabber or snitch talkin’, typa shit we don’t allow it
The Stinc Team, n*ggas know what’s goin’ on
You put a K after that, I’m droppin’ hundreds, blowin’ domes
The beef don’t try to postpone it, you don’t really want it
N*ggas keep on actin’ like they wit’ it, I’ma really show ‘em
RIP to my opponent, he’s no longer
Ain’t no happy endings, choppa had to blow him
Drive it like it’s stolen, hit a hunnid, got the mud spillin’
Ain’t no average Joes, only killers and some thugs with us
A couple guns wit’ us, with extendos, who want smoke with us?
Who that n*gga starin’? I don’t know, just another victim
Red beams on street sweeps, you know we super villains
Ain’t no Peace Treat’ with us once you make it official
I ain’t tryna talk, it ain’t beneficial
I’m paranoid, mama ask me why I’m grippin’ pistols
Famous in the hood, I know n*ggas out there wanna chip me
You know I keep that shit on me, don’t be actin’ silly
Don’t take a chance it’s risky, just know that we can take it there
Soft ass n*gga, you still cuddlin’ with teddy bears?
Pullin’ up in four dark coupes, we ain’t playin’ fair
I we doin’ some’ right, we hangin’ ‘round some millionaires
(I carry street sweeps and hit sticks)
(He dissed and what happened that’s a cliffhanger)
(Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz n*ggas)
(I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher)