FookaMane - 6block (FOOLIO DISS)

Nigga im from Jacksonville Where this shit get real If you tweaking in the party you gone getcho ahh killed Every Nigga Wanna Rap Get ran down with a scrap If you running from them bullets you gone get yo ass clapped In 904 this shit Get Tragic Bullets Flying All in Traffic Pistol Clapping make it happen guns in hats like its Magic In Jacksonville These niggas victims crackers want you in the system Run up on em with a pistol Put That on my lil nigga Dissing bout the died and gone thats what these niggas dying bout 360 on yo block we gone slide and then we wild out Talking like you hard or you got poles but you aint spraying shit You gotta pole won't blow that bitch so you needa stop playing jhit You aint really hard talking crazy get ta laying shit Going live with a ak like a soulja bitch you aint scarying shit Its knock knock I chop block Yo main bitch a thot thot A drop top She pull up in a crop top Got golds in my mouth so when i talk these bitches notice me Don't really fuck with niggas i dont want yo ass approaching me Niggas sneak diss I'm just trynna get this bread If you dissing we gone spin Hollow shells hug yo head Pull up on a nigga in that all black truck Dissing bout my brothers get you killed for a buck Put a Band on yo head just to get yo ahh killed All my jhits going wild in the home of Jacksonville I aint gone diss yo dead brothers i ain't scared i just dont play that Them bullets do a Twister on yo block just lets its bay max Dissing on lil quan quan and lil coby you gone get popped Smoking on yo people and yo brothers on that 6block Fuck a nigga man that 904 shit Fake ass Jacksonville rappers fuck a niggas dissing on my dead brothers You gone get yo ahh killed