Grrah
(Bullo on the beat)
You know I´m on a whole lotta gang shit
Rrah, Bizzy

(Ayy, Nxrre)
Uh

Niggas movin´ hot (Hot, what?)
Get out the stu´ and go and bend a block (Rrah)
They know my body, heavy on the Wok, huh
Ha, (Get Money, bitch), huh
Niggas talkin´ hot
Get out the stu´ and go and bend a block
They know my body, heavy on the Wok
Walk in the spot like, "Every opp shot"
Half of these rappers never sent a shot (At all)
Half of these rappers gotta give me props
They think we cool ´cause I fuck with some Jetz
Make Kay Hound 48 him to his death
Bitch, I´ma click until it´s nothin´ left
Like the orphan, I leave a baby on a step

He think he a shooter, put him to the test
Everywhere that I go, I keep one in the head
They told me, "Get back on that old shit"
Got a beam on the Glock, I know I won´t miss
They be spinnin´ no posted, that don´t make sense
I nut in her mouth, she say she taste Tris
Bitch, I been drillin´ way before this shit
If it´s up, then it´s stuck just like a ornament
Slide through his block and make a tournament
Got one more line, I need some more of it
If it ain´t Tris or Wock´, then I ain´t pourin´ it
She keep callin´ my phone and I´m ignorin´ it
The opps keep on dissin´, I´m ignorin´ ´em
If it´s beef, I ain´t post it, I ain´t one of them
You wanna be the first to do somethin´? (Somethin´)

Be the first one to get off my dick
That nigga runnin´, prayin´ that he trip
Bro died in a crash, now they tryna diss (What?)
Bitch, I´m the reason all ya´ niggas lit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
If ya´ moms got a car, prayin´ that it flip
You killed ya´ own mans, ain´t that some shit?
I don´t smoke sacilly homie out the zip
Yeah, that´s that Bizzy they all wanna hear
You tryna diss to save his rap career
When I got to his block there´s never no one there
Haha, look

Fuck it, fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it (Grrah)
Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin´ they function

Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit´ the opps, so that feature I´m dubbin´ (Look)
(Fuck it, fuck it, if it´s beef, why the fuck is you stuntin´, uh?)

Niggas be broke, but I cannot relate
.40 gon´ clap him like it´s Patty Cake
Medic gon´ save him but it´s prolly late
I already done clicked until his body shake
He on the ´net, I cannot tolerate
And when I´m off the Wock´ I cannot operate
Bullets gon´ hit him, make him Harlem Shake
Too tact´, two phones just like I´m Kevin Gates
We-We don´t see eye-to-eye, bullets makin´ him hot, like
He lay flat like a pancake (Damn)
Know I´m scarred, so the knock on my Band-Aid, what?

And these niggas keep dissin´, they been had the drop
Like Lil Uzi I been on a rampage
And these opps probably runnin´ my fan page
They on my dick and I don´t understand it
Grrah, when you run into me
Better look back, there´s a beam on your feet
When I tote on my gun you can tell I´m elite, like
I be scorin´ like I´m in the league
If he raisin´ the pressure, I´m makin´ him bleed, like
Niggas be kids, I can´t beef with no infant
I can´t speak on the shit I committed

Fuck it, fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it

Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin´ they function
Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit´ the opps, so that feature I´m dubbin´ (Look)
(Fuck it, fuck it, if it´s beef, why the fuck is you stuntin´? Look)
Fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it
Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin´ they function
Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit´ the opps, so that feature I´m dubbin´ (Look)
(Fuck it, fuck it, if it´s beef, why the fuck is you stuntin´? Look)