Go ahead try to diss
You been smoking on crystal
F*ck the bitch, I locked in
Backed up, he keep distance
How you gone move around like a bitch
How you still crashing out bout the bitch
When she come through the bitches gone strip
No pussy boy gone play with my top
I don't got opps
You got opps
I ain't gone talk bout shit no more
I can't see yall cause yall poor
F*ck that kick down on your door
I'm gone crash out for this money, you gone crash out for that hoe
And these custis keep on coming they been coming back for more
All my dawgs stay 10 toes
Left that bitch, f*cked 10 hoes
Tell that hoe to wipe her nose
I been dripping in my clothes
They copy make a clone
I know you talking crazy then why didn't you hit my phone
I'm sorry I went crazy couldn't leave that bitch alone
They can come and try me bitch cause I'm gone tote that pole
When I hit that bank lil bitch I went like four for four
And the pack coming in bitch, im gone get that load
I got racks in the closet bitch, man this shit so old
Yeah, you know that I do this shit and you know that you don't
And I kicked that bitch right out my car I ain't playing with this hoe
Yeah I used to steal shit, I don't do that shit no more
Hunnid rounds in the AR I ain't playing with yo ass
They don't know where my shit at and I said I keep a stash
And you whippen in a Mazda boy I'm whippen something fast
Went electric on these bitches when I pulled up in a plaid
How Im touching all these racks
I don't even got a plaque
And I pull up in that gmc Denali bitch it's black
I don't care bout yo opinion bitch I only want the facts
I been geeking off this molly bitch I popped a triple stack
And that pussy was so good boy I had to run it back
She went crazy for this dick but I could never get attached
She said I'm a narcissist
I said I don't understand
Got my phone, got my info, you can hit my Instagram
Thought that lil boy was a man
F*cking swerving when I lane switch
F*cked my dirty ex boy did you forget I f*cked yo main bitch
Keep my name up out yo mouth lil boy, I know about some lame shit you did
Sent yo love letter, I done saw some lame shit you did
Better listen to yo captain and go trap his shit lil boy
I done hit yo phone and you can't even answer shit lil boy
You know you don't want no smoke so quit that rapping shit lil boy
And I was on some quiet shit but ima say some more
Go ahead try to diss
You been smoking on crystal
F*ck the bitch, I locked in
Backed up, he keep distance
How you gone move around like a bitch
How you still crashing out bout the bitch
When she come through the bitches gone strip
No pussy boy gone play with my top
I don't got opps
You got opps
I ain't gone talk bout shit no more
I can't see yall cause yall poor
F*ck that kick down on your door
I'm gone crash out for this money, you gone crash out for that hoe
And these custis keep on coming they been coming back for more
