Long Song

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[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse] Been in the corner with drink in my hand De La Hoya Neph, beat up the gram Who's that calling, what do they need? Opps look up to a nigga named Dee Who Dee? Deez nuts Your whole gang look up to Dee Four O, need for speed Triple H in the ring Sting flow through the ring Bags look like Brock Lesnar Frog splash, Eddie Guerrero Lie, cheat, steal, Eddie Guerrero Stolen car, Eddie Guerrero Overdose, Eddie Guerrero In the hotel like Eddie Guerrero Catch a body like Rеy Mysterio Drink more than Stone Cold Crash Hеnny like Stone Cold DDT a opp on the concrete Rip up the shirt like Hulk Hogan Unc look like Hulk Hogan Handlebar mustache, Hulk Hogan Where you got that copper? It's stolen Me on a Harley-Davidson, Hulk Hogan Mr. Socko, Dior sock Put Dior socks in a bitch mouth Bitch, I'm Nephew Mr. Socko At the trap, look like a cage match Unc pulled up with a ladder Unc at the trap, heavyweight belt Auntie got a middleweight belt Lil homie got a lightweight belt They at the trap tryna compete Auntie think she at a track meet Unc think he doing the hurdles He working out, got no weights Bro still think he upstate He cooking food out the kitchen sink Pulled up like I drive a Brinks Real coke boy, rest in peace Chinx My bitch shoot shit like Remy Ma Hood ratchet bitch like Remy Ma Darkskin bitch like Remy Ma Glick in her purse like Remy Ma This Hennessy, not no Rémy, ma She in the club, only made a hundred dollars Her sugar daddy won't CashApp her Took a flight with her nanny, left her stranded She got trust issues I got trust issues She telling me "Neph, none of your opps could fuck with you You got more Timbs than New York hats like Bussa Buss with you Your clip hanging out the Glock like a short school bus with you" Glock make him walk on his head Cross your heart, allegiance you pledge I don't even know if I said it right Bitch stomach growling, ain't eating right Put your team on, how you sleep at night? Your bitch about to set you up Nigga mad his food stamps ain't come Don't fight me, fight the mailman I can't argue with a nigga I can't argue with a bitch The bitch arguing with herself Matter fact, she arguing about dick Bitch, I should sell dick And be my own gorilla pimp They be like "Neph, you just slapped the lick" Bust a bitch on a air mattress I got a air mattress in my trunk I pull it out and blow it up She like "You ratchet, what the fuck?" You hungry? Warm them noodles up Ben Ballin', ballin' on a budget I'm ballin' but still on a budget In Amiris eating mac & cheese Bitch better not ask for these Stepped in like I need it all Bitch smoke blacks, Newports and all Bitch drink Corona, Henny and all She just like me, fuck it, we on She talkin' about where the beans at Bitch, now you getting out of hand Don't look at the beans in my hand Them bitches gone like "Shazam!" Bean poppin' contest She eat dick till her jaw hurt Tryna fake like her jaw don't work Why you texting? Should've called me first Put a bitch on block list real life Stiff-arm, blocked you in real life Look like a linebacker in real life Bitch run around like Dwyane Wade I came up from dope bowl Throw the plug in the chokehold Niggas cornball like Kellogg's Hit a lick, Neph well off They want somebody to tell on DoorDash should give me free food DoorDash for me and not for you This New York strip, not pizza Cheesecake Factory, not pizza This Bossanova, not pizza I ain't got shit against pizza I take pasta over pizza That's not linguini, that's pizza Opps run around on a slice of pizza He flipped the eighth and bought pizza Your whole gang eatin' on Caesar's pizza Your whole gang full on five dollars Take your ring, Teddy Bruckshot you New Teddy Bruckshot on [?] Shoulda went to school, became a doctor Glock smack you, Chris Rock you .40 size of Waka Flocka .40 sound like Benny Butcher I got more bars than Benny the Butcher Guess what? Benny was never a butcher I'm a nephew, he not a butcher Put me in the trap as a top cooker Got a knife on me like a real butcher Nigga got Ludacris sideburns Them ain't yours, them Luda's sideburns I look like Luda when I'm in the Audi Get out the way, bitch, cause I'm comin' I'm Forrest Gump when I'm runnin' Longest Yard Adam Sandler when I'm runnin' Nelly with his shoes off when I'm runnin' Kunta Kinte when I'm runnin' Usain Bolt when I'm runnin' Sonic Hedgehog when I'm runnin' I'm El Chapo when I'm runnin' I'm Tay-K when I get to runnin' I'm bossed up, kill you for nothing I'll kill your ass on Instagram All my opps'll get some likes You gonna be dead and I'mma like it See my opp dead, hit the like button Matter fact, I'mma hit the heart button See my opp dead, put heart eyes Genuinely happy that they died I bought a bottle when they died Heard the opp died, so what? I got a bottle and rolled up High five the bro like that's what's up Nigga died, congratulations All cause he wanna be famous Nigga run around gangbanging 28, just now gangbanging Work taste like Mike Will made it Guess what? Brainstorm made it Brainstorm got better beats than Mike Will How the fuck his name Mike Will? How you got two first names? How your name Mike and Will? Brainstorm make better beats We don't need Future to get on these beats I'll slap the shit outta DJ Mustard Why he dyed his hair color of mustard? Tryin' to lose weight, but your name Mustard Runnin' round like hot dogs and mustard I'm bout to diss every producer All y'all do is take samples and loop it Go clean, pick up a broomstick Brainstorm better than Young Chop I talk more shit than Young Chop Niggas on the same drugs as Young Chop I'm at Walmart more than Young Chop She 23, that my young thot Only 27, but I could still be your sugar daddy I'm boomin', I'm buggin', the trap goin' crazy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, aye! I'mma slide through that bitch like young Juiceman Got a big-ass Glock size of Juicy Juice can I'm boomin', I'm buggin', my phone goin' crazy Paid $120 for some head from your lady Fuck that shit, I might make that bitch pay me Okay! Aye! Aye! Juiceman! Feel like I'm on Bouldercrest, roll like I'm on Zone 6 Drink and drivin' like I'm Shawty Lo, I might crash the whip Hold up, call the bean man, brodie, won't you pass the stick? Call the weed man, somebody serve me Call the bean man, tell him it's emergency Where the za man? Tell him come back Where the liquor store? I need more fuckin' yak Where the tattoo man at? I need a face tat Slide through, came around with my money rag Back then, they didn't want me Now I'm hot, they all on me Invisible Glock with invisible top, hit a opp, give him invisible top Neph Jones! My two-tone Glock my cuddy buddy In the stove mo', tippin' on fo-fo Kick a bitch out, she gotta go Mike Jones! (Who?) Ain't heard me the first time? Mike Jones Feel like Mike Jones with them big clothes With a durag on gettin' hated on Told her she could be my cuddy buddy Keep it 100, do you love me? They thought I'd go out like Flava Flav Boosie Boo with a fade Not Yung Berg, I got my chain Post Malone, I tat my face Diss my opps on Adam22 They tryna pay for Adam22 Guess what? I could call Adam22 And what else? He do not know bout you I said your name, he gon be confused Like "Neph, who the fuck is that dude?" They in the house watchin' No Jumper They wish they could be on No Jumper Next week, bout to be on No Jumper I ain't graduate and got no jumper Like CMAC, these niggas custers Tat my face like CMAC Same clothes like CMAC Love my bitch like I'm CMAC They gon have to DP me like CMAC I'll squabble you like I'm CMAC Take you to the cut like CMAC Quick friendly fade like I'm CMAC I'm the dark-skin version of CMAC Skinnier version of CMAC When I'm in Cali, think I'm CMAC My price lower than CMAC's Tell a opp that shit ain't nifty My hood treat me like CMAC Crackbags bigger than CMAC Had two teachers like CMAC Opps talkin' bout where they seen at Pull up for a fade like CMAC Put the gun down, beat your ass This not a tag team wrestling match Slap my Glock, tag it in Told my nina jump in They like "Neph, this not a fair fight" I tell my bitch to jump in Told Brainstorm jump in My producer'll whoop your producer My producer fresher than your producer It sound like Cassidy, your producer Step in with a little Ruger Get on the flight, go "phew!" Big Neph'll jump in the air Will slapped who? Wouldn't dare Love my bitch, I got her a pair Ugg boots I wouldn't wear I wouldn't use slip-on [?] Fell asleep when I caught the head Can't take back shit that I said Withdraw, rollin' over in bed Get on the flight with Slither Ted Glock beat it in the back of your head Repeatedly beat and off your dreads Gas got me callin' the dead Love Brainstorm cause he looped the beat Till I'm dead, I'mma loop the beat Upped the Glock and looped the beat If Henny was a beat, then I looped it If her head was a beat, then I looped it Wasn't for Uber, she'd be troopin' Kay Flock in the Moncler, I boom 'em Please don't test me, I'll do it Auntie like "where the hell you get this?" Trap look like robbed Ridiculousness