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点击复制You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k
On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck
Still starving ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
Alright
S**t talk and slick talk
Pissed off stick talk
Diss track get mad
Rap n***as big trash
Your squad my squad
Mismatched pissants
Cheese chase gym rats
Picture paint Rembrandts
Tree trunk thin branch
I leave come back
This fall diss all y'all n***as I came up with
My what a bit of a change up
These n***as lame we in minimal danger
I got the banger just give me the next
My n***a put me in the game and I'm ready to flame I'm anxious
Put the motherf**kin' bank on it
Big nuts hangin' big bucks bringin' f**k 'em all
No slut shamin' money in the Cayman I'm appalled
N***as swear they bangin' feds got 'em singin on the squad
Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement tryna ball
Line 'em up on the wall three deep final call
Knee deep squeeze three beep beep Tylenol
Pulled up one deep no squad just me
Just God no prob' real n***as tend to f**k wit' me
No jewelry no stunt for me
Just a Bentley truck and an empty cup of whatever that is
You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
Me I'm concerned how much bread that it is
Or letters that it is
I been got my mama I'll get off of this
I'm f**king the game you n***as is lame
You won't even get a little head out of this
Bet I'ma miss you n***as is dense my hits goin' over the fence
How is you n***as so rich I'm not so convinced my wrist costin' more than your whip
And I don't wear that no more that s**t there look tacky
Yeah I'm the G.O.A.T. no n***a don't at me
Put on your coat the world gon' get colder
This is my year don't say I ain't told you n***a
You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k
On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck
Still starving ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
Ayy ayy n***a ayy ayy
Ayy yo uh uh
Ayy yo
Ayy ain't this that um
Ayy ain't this the Dreamville s**t this the um
I had a dream I had a Glock I had a beam run it back
I had a dream she in Celine I'm in Supreme run it back
Y'all had the dream I had the guap I hit the green run it back
Ready to go ready to score ready for war run it back
I'm finna bring the summer back
I'm finna bring the Hummer back
Snuck my gun in the function
I bust he not coming back
Dummy racks hundred stacks
Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
Don't get killed tryna run a lap
N***a don't get killed tryna run a
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