Niggas steady dissing,these people gone go missing,he talkin all dat Shi he just dnt kno his bitch up in my mention, texting me like wyd bitch I’m getting to dis bread Ian worried bout no hoe dats still gone gimme sum fuckin head,laying in bed thinking how ima sale these Qs an Ps ima trap nigga come get dis Shi up off of me,selling bubble fa low nigga ye come shop wit me, these 223s gonna have em hurt now look at u onna shirt told u bout playing in dat dirt, now yo family hurt yo mama hurt she seen u onna shirt, yo boys talkin bout get back dat Shi dnt work,dis choppa had yo dumb ahh twerking we was lurking put u on dat shirt, we spint back everybody hurting now yo mama in dat hearse,every where she go she crying thinking bout ha baby joe like lord why u let em go his dumb ah hit da flo