Divine

Huh huh Bitch get on the ground They gon spray at the town Bitch you know I get around (yea) imma spray hunnid rounds Why y'all niggas playing wit me (yea) I got the keys to the street (yea) I had to slap that boy clean (yea) Nigga was talking that shit (yea) I had to snatch off her wig (yea) Yea I know they ain't twins (nah) Yea bitch smokin big pots Rose & Gold like I'm Rick Ross If she ain't got no goals she gotta get lost You was talking that shit, nigga got mossed Nigga got mossed for a quick toss I had to relocate (yea) I had to relocate (yea) Nigga got smoked in his mothafuckin face When they see me in person, they ain't got nothing to say Drinking her own medicine, uhh how it taste I'm at the top nigga, I'm getting paid I'm a thot slayer yo bitch can get slayed Nigga a simp he stay getting played Feel like Amicia Derune, I ain't got shit to prove You need to move Nah nigga we ain't cool F*ck nigga whatcu mean You don't know me You was never locked in wit me Nigga taking my shit (yea) Nigga taking my style (yea) It's gon take about a while (yea)