Please don’t be a opp stay out my lane tryna pass 4th grade with my brain I will diss jaleah that girl she plain You can talk all that but i don’t got doo doo stains Jaleah this line for you i don’t gotta waste my time on you on my streets i get respect too When i get a new opp i get alerted there’s your siren boo i be seeing people with lil uzis but me i’m verted Cause i’m a B L OC K runner You can diss all you want but don’t be asking for my number tryna diss me On my track we not no runners Ayo pull at your birthday party let’s get it started in walmart i make bitches pull my cart jaleah she got doo doo stains her underwear smell like fart ewww wanna know how i know i smelt it at school she played that shit like it was cool jaleah i will knock you out into your 80s i tapped her on her arm she cried like a baby baby i be going crazy be up on the daily don’t call my phone if you don’t know me had that girl running like she was toaby yea her feet real dirty on my streets i get sturdy pull up on your block i know it’s not thanksgiving but we cooking the opps like turkeys