Lyrics

[Intro] You recordin'? Alright, come on Look, I'ma show you niggas how to really get— Alright, look, look, look, look, watch this, watch this, look [Verse] To me that ain't no diss, that's a funny song (Lame) You can't beef with a nigga who money long Niggas goofy 'til you shoot 'em in they funny bone I've been goin' crazy 'round this bitch, but I'm not Honeycomb (Mmm) In the club actin' bad, we pushin' and shovin' (Mmm) Scream, "Woo", one of these niggas might clip your brother Talkin' 'bout who you gon' whack, man You need to wack the nigga that killed your cousin (Dumbass) This some shit that I can't let slide (Naw) Let a nigga book me, I'ma let this TEC fly Your bitch don't rap, hmm But I shot my kids in her face and turned that bitch to lefteye (Damn) Huh, what you sayin', nigga? What? Huh, how you wanna play it, nigga? 'Bout my respect, yeah, I'm willing to go fed with I pay a lil' nigga to crash out over what you said (Crack his melon, nigga) I've been knowin' niggas, you ain't like that (Naw) Tell 'еm how you got punched and you ain't fight back (You's a bitch) Tell 'em how you got hoеd, and you ain't like that Tell 'em how I seen you wasn't on shit, where the hype at? You got four pair of jeans and three pair of Jordans (Man) Lil' boy, I'm on my tenth pair of Rick Owens You ain't got no money for no funerals, stop before we get it goin' 'Cause I'll make this shit hot and get real annoyin' (On your noggin) You a ho, a bitch, and a clout mama I fuck every bitch you love without condoms Za twenty-four, and I did that without Mamba We in this bitch swingin' sticks, Cosmo and Wanda This shit hard to fuck up like some foamposites Tell the people how you ain't got no closure when your girl for it Had to say your name in a song 'cause you ain't gettin' no clout off it I'ma offer you to stop for a hundred and that's my last offer Sunday, I'm askin' what you on, nigga? (What you on, nigga?) Tuesday, I'm askin' what you on, nigga? (What you on, nigga?) That Thursday, I'm askin' what you on, nigga? (What you wanna do?) Friday, Sun— huh, I'm what you on, nigga (I'm on that) What you on, nigga? (What you on?) What you on, nigga? (Woo, woo) What you on, nigga? (Woo) Bitch, what you on, nigga? (Woo) [Outro] I don't think niggas really on shit Ain't on shit, nigga Niggas fanned out for real Niggas really wanna do a feature Niggas really wanna go to a show or two Niggas really wanna get they name on, niggas really want a nigga to repost they music (You's a pussy) Nigga, I knew you was a clout mama (You ain't never pullin' shit, nigga) Put some ads on YouTube, y'all had to do somethin' (Look at you) You ready to lose your life over three-hundred-and-forty views?(You ready to die?) You a goddamn clown What you on, nigga? (I should've been your daughter's dad) I'm with on what you on, nigga I'm with whatever that you on, nigga (Chance) Bitch, KrispyLife My daughter and your daughter would've been sisters