gwizzy diss

it's all good till I pull up at your house.... these 45s with beams in your mouth... talking beef shit now u see what we about... nigga die every day in my city over clout... who the fuck is g wizzy.. trying to talk greezy... when them hitters run up it not for show... open mouths and gun smoke... I'm a real o.g.. been know in these streets... I rock with the 4s but I'm Gd.. u wish u could see me... u sound drunk... must be drunk.. pull up on him put him in the trunk... in the lake your body gets dumped... fuck all that headshot leave him slumped... my killers kill on site.. so yeah this not a even fight. done with talking end this nigga life. hold up wacth me fuck your wife.. she loves fucking long black pipes.. u sound broke and shit.. probably dont even have a bicth... the type of lame catch a case and snitch. sound like gwizzy just killed himself... somebody get this bicth he needs some help.. no need to keep talking let these guns melt...