You wanna beef with us you gotta have a bag That boy, diss a lot, he gotta toe tag
I'm not, f*ckin' with these hoes,
Cuz my bitch bad
I upped the blower on that nigga now that boy sad
Im from the trenches, I seen hella things You wanna go to war with us, you gotta have some cheese
I got the blower on my side, and I'll let that bitch sing
She seen the chains on my neck, now this bitch up on her knees
I'm a cash money boy with the automatic
A nigga dissin' on my name, he got his ass blasted
Riding Presidential with the blowers, I be up in traffic
A nigga dissin' on the boys, I let his ass have it
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
His chain swinging, caught my eyes, I told that nigga run it
This fat .40 in my lap, you think I'm not gon' bust it
The red beam up on his head, got that nigga running
She said she for the cash money, I got this bitch blushing
They got a free all my niggas, that's up in the system
A nigga dissin' on Bishop, I leave his ass a victim
I'm tryna make a billion dollars, I guess I'm on a mission
I know Some niggas who still trap, they still in the kitchen
I'm ridin' by myself with my Glock up on me
You better watch that bitch, she be f*ckin' your homie
And when the times get hard, these niggas get phony
Cause i can win by myself, I been on my lonely
But I know God got me, my cousin took a nigga face
I call him John Gotti, these dudes doin' hella fent
Man, these niggas zombies how you wake up just to hate man that's just your hobby
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
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You wanna beef with us you gotta have a bag That boy, diss a lot, he gotta toe tag
I'm not, f*ckin' with these hoes,
Cuz my bitch bad
I upped the blower on that nigga now that boy sad
Im from the trenches, I seen hella things You wanna go to war with us, you gotta have some cheese
I got the blower on my side, and I'll let that bitch sing
She seen the chains on my neck, now this bitch up on her knees
I'm a cash money boy with the automatic
A nigga dissin' on my name, he got his ass blasted
Riding Presidential with the blowers, I be up in traffic
A nigga dissin' on the boys, I let his ass have it
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
His chain swinging, caught my eyes, I told that nigga run it
This fat .40 in my lap, you think I'm not gon' bust it
The red beam up on his head, got that nigga running
She said she for the cash money, I got this bitch blushing
They got a free all my niggas, that's up in the system
A nigga dissin' on Bishop, I leave his ass a victim
I'm tryna make a billion dollars, I guess I'm on a mission
I know Some niggas who still trap, they still in the kitchen
I'm ridin' by myself with my Glock up on me
You better watch that bitch, she be f*ckin' your homie
And when the times get hard, these niggas get phony
Cause i can win by myself, I been on my lonely
But I know God got me, my cousin took a nigga face
I call him John Gotti, these dudes doin' hella fent
Man, these niggas zombies how you wake up just to hate man that's just your hobby
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
I'm not, f*ckin' with these hoes,
Cuz my bitch bad
I upped the blower on that nigga now that boy sad
Im from the trenches, I seen hella things You wanna go to war with us, you gotta have some cheese
I got the blower on my side, and I'll let that bitch sing
She seen the chains on my neck, now this bitch up on her knees
I'm a cash money boy with the automatic
A nigga dissin' on my name, he got his ass blasted
Riding Presidential with the blowers, I be up in traffic
A nigga dissin' on the boys, I let his ass have it
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
His chain swinging, caught my eyes, I told that nigga run it
This fat .40 in my lap, you think I'm not gon' bust it
The red beam up on his head, got that nigga running
She said she for the cash money, I got this bitch blushing
They got a free all my niggas, that's up in the system
A nigga dissin' on Bishop, I leave his ass a victim
I'm tryna make a billion dollars, I guess I'm on a mission
I know Some niggas who still trap, they still in the kitchen
I'm ridin' by myself with my Glock up on me
You better watch that bitch, she be f*ckin' your homie
And when the times get hard, these niggas get phony
Cause i can win by myself, I been on my lonely
But I know God got me, my cousin took a nigga face
I call him John Gotti, these dudes doin' hella fent
Man, these niggas zombies how you wake up just to hate man that's just your hobby
That nigga think he hard, cause he got a gun
He be droppin' trash shit, man that shit is buns
I got my Bitch up on the phone, sayin' I'm the one
92553 is where I'm really from
Writer: J P
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