Ayy, F*ck you talkin 'bout lil' bitch, you ain't come to stop me yet
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set
Get you madder than a bitch, now I know you is upset
Commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo ass esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
I don't need to flex my money wearing Givenchy and Prada
Come and see about my Tommy if you 'bout it, bitch you nada
I know you not a real gangsta, got it on me from the colla
Hit you with that finger, banger yo' ass gon' be leaving crawling
I done dropped the addy bitch, I ain seen you pullin' up
I done got you mad as shit, all caps in the comments bruh
Yo' mom gon' find you in a ditch, if you keep on talking stuff
I'm really about it bitch, go ahead and call my bluff
(Grrrah)
(Fah fah fah)
F*ck you talkin 'bout bitch, you ain't shit but a lick (go)
Gripping that choppa I'm bringing the thunder, you run up on me then I put you asunder
Fingers is sore I been thumbing through hunnas, if yo' ass keep talking I'm calling the hunters
I been getting money, you posted that video of counting up fakes, I been thumbing through commas
That shit to the side I been toting the glocks and the dracs and you know that shit hot as the summer
You is a crackhead, yeah, you is a bummer
I know that you voted just for Obama, I shoot up yo' bitch and I shoot up yo' momma
And you think you 'bout it see this is the problem, you up on the net and you talking with kids
I think yo' gang is just full of lil' toddlers, I swim in the tank with the sharks and the snakes
I'll throw yo' dead body straight to the piranhas, getting the bands, yeah, I go to Bahamas
Hit the airport and I'm rocking my Llamas, I got it on me, yeah, I'm never lacking
I'm dropping this shit and I'm calling the bombers, seeing the future I feel like a shaman
Up on the block and you know that I'm shining, shit got so bloody
I'll clean up my diamonds, I'm really on go, yeah I'm on demon timing
Ayy, F*ck you talkin 'bout lil' bitch, you ain't come to stop me yet
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set, get you madder than a bitch
Now I know you is upset, commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo damn esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
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Ayy, F*ck you talkin 'bout lil' bitch, you ain't come to stop me yet
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set
Get you madder than a bitch, now I know you is upset
Commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo ass esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
I don't need to flex my money wearing Givenchy and Prada
Come and see about my Tommy if you 'bout it, bitch you nada
I know you not a real gangsta, got it on me from the colla
Hit you with that finger, banger yo' ass gon' be leaving crawling
I done dropped the addy bitch, I ain seen you pullin' up
I done got you mad as shit, all caps in the comments bruh
Yo' mom gon' find you in a ditch, if you keep on talking stuff
I'm really about it bitch, go ahead and call my bluff
(Grrrah)
(Fah fah fah)
F*ck you talkin 'bout bitch, you ain't shit but a lick (go)
Gripping that choppa I'm bringing the thunder, you run up on me then I put you asunder
Fingers is sore I been thumbing through hunnas, if yo' ass keep talking I'm calling the hunters
I been getting money, you posted that video of counting up fakes, I been thumbing through commas
That shit to the side I been toting the glocks and the dracs and you know that shit hot as the summer
You is a crackhead, yeah, you is a bummer
I know that you voted just for Obama, I shoot up yo' bitch and I shoot up yo' momma
And you think you 'bout it see this is the problem, you up on the net and you talking with kids
I think yo' gang is just full of lil' toddlers, I swim in the tank with the sharks and the snakes
I'll throw yo' dead body straight to the piranhas, getting the bands, yeah, I go to Bahamas
Hit the airport and I'm rocking my Llamas, I got it on me, yeah, I'm never lacking
I'm dropping this shit and I'm calling the bombers, seeing the future I feel like a shaman
Up on the block and you know that I'm shining, shit got so bloody
I'll clean up my diamonds, I'm really on go, yeah I'm on demon timing
Ayy, F*ck you talkin 'bout lil' bitch, you ain't come to stop me yet
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set, get you madder than a bitch
Now I know you is upset, commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo damn esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set
Get you madder than a bitch, now I know you is upset
Commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo ass esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
I don't need to flex my money wearing Givenchy and Prada
Come and see about my Tommy if you 'bout it, bitch you nada
I know you not a real gangsta, got it on me from the colla
Hit you with that finger, banger yo' ass gon' be leaving crawling
I done dropped the addy bitch, I ain seen you pullin' up
I done got you mad as shit, all caps in the comments bruh
Yo' mom gon' find you in a ditch, if you keep on talking stuff
I'm really about it bitch, go ahead and call my bluff
(Grrrah)
(Fah fah fah)
F*ck you talkin 'bout bitch, you ain't shit but a lick (go)
Gripping that choppa I'm bringing the thunder, you run up on me then I put you asunder
Fingers is sore I been thumbing through hunnas, if yo' ass keep talking I'm calling the hunters
I been getting money, you posted that video of counting up fakes, I been thumbing through commas
That shit to the side I been toting the glocks and the dracs and you know that shit hot as the summer
You is a crackhead, yeah, you is a bummer
I know that you voted just for Obama, I shoot up yo' bitch and I shoot up yo' momma
And you think you 'bout it see this is the problem, you up on the net and you talking with kids
I think yo' gang is just full of lil' toddlers, I swim in the tank with the sharks and the snakes
I'll throw yo' dead body straight to the piranhas, getting the bands, yeah, I go to Bahamas
Hit the airport and I'm rocking my Llamas, I got it on me, yeah, I'm never lacking
I'm dropping this shit and I'm calling the bombers, seeing the future I feel like a shaman
Up on the block and you know that I'm shining, shit got so bloody
I'll clean up my diamonds, I'm really on go, yeah I'm on demon timing
Ayy, F*ck you talkin 'bout lil' bitch, you ain't come to stop me yet
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, water dripping from my neck
You ain ever in the mix, if you bout it rep yo' set, get you madder than a bitch
Now I know you is upset, commenting all on my shit, Ima teach Yo' ass respect
Yo' ass need some discipline, keep on talkin out yo' neck
Hit yo damn esophagus now you getting outta breath
You ain ever gon be shit, keep on talking on the net
Writer: Conner Dollenmayer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid