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[intro]
glah
lisa
suck my d_ck n_gga
big edk, n_ggas know what the f_ck going on n_gga
benji in the air, we don’t care, smoke the n_gga, till i’m there you heard?
ayo sprinklez, get that n_gga

[verse 1: fetty jey]
notti got put in a spliff, yeah he hitting
if he drop my crip, then i’m throwing like 6
like, these n_ggas, they better listen
n_gga edk, don’t add another k
if you do, then i’m upping the smithn
push up on me, a hole in your fitted
and for nerty, i shoot all the victims
and for lefty, i’m going out cl!cking (stupid)

[verse 2: mori bklu & sprinklez]
stand on my ground, posted on my pivot
leave a new n_gga dead, fill a n_gga with lead
and i told bro, roll up the benji (benji)
and lil rando got choppеd on the block, broad day with his knock and they still tryna diss me
don’t beef with thе os, but we smoking on diddy
f_ck that, we gonna mix him with rippy
she a baddie, she tryna get litty
i’m a real n_gga, don’t gotta diss
pop the p_ssy, then i gotta dip
and i’m getting money every week
if you not, then i don’t wanna hear you speak
i keep rapping, gonna reach my peak
and i keep knocks in the back of the v, like
in the v, i ain’t spinning on feet
i see a opp, he get beat till he bleed
[verse 3: fetty jey]
all these new n_ggas just wanna diss
i smoke lisa, she up in my spliff
i heard benji died with his stick
big makk k, send a makk off his strip
me and mori put the beam on the grip
and i smoke ray, n_gga wasn’t no shooter, like
me and brodie do hits on a scooter
bad little b_tch, and she tryna maneuver
talk on my deads, that’s a ticket to death
smoking benji, i mix him with heff
mori cl!cking, cl!cking till he deaf
if i see rundown, put him to rest

[verse 4: sprinklez]
stay where i am, cause i don’t like to dip
get to that bag, tryna stay out the mix
i got the beam, that n_gga better not trip
we tryna flock a n_gga, get him hit
i just start bugging, emptying the clip
gun to his chest, or knife to his hip
these n_ggas dissing, they don’t know we fl!ck?
i said before, like i don’t gotta diss
tryna f_ck on a b_tch, fell in love with a b_tch
rat on the gang, can’t f_ck with no snitch
gunning for nert, shoot whenever he get dissed
back out the burner, burn him to a crisp
[verse 5: mori bklu]
big mori bklu, i cl!ck it when i cl!ck it
jc in the blunt for the visions
like rundown got flocked, n_gga though we seen it
put a b in a box, do that every season
he drop my loc, we gonna have to squeeze it
the switch on the glock, they know i’m a demon (word to my dead)
and that boy do not flock, but he shooting victims
come to my block and show me how you cl!ck it (suck my d_ck)
they got so many deads, it’s insane
jc, lisa, roscoe, jay
put hands on a n_gga, if i don’t got_
you get shot on your block if you dissing my gang like

[chorus: fetty jey]
notti got put in a spliff, yeah he hitting
if he drop my crip, then i’m throwing like 6
like, these n_ggas, they better listen
n_gga edk, don’t add another k
if you do, then i’m upping the smithn
push up on me, a hole in your fitted
and for nerty, i shoot all the victims
and for lefty, i’m going out cl!cking (stupid)

- fetty jey

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