TopSnake

Go against what they do well, but you say it's personal, but what you don't understand niggas, this shit been personal for us It was personal before y'all We the top hitters, we the top drillers And no you kan not hang kause you ain't drop no shots with us And who said we pussy? Me and Jay done popped, niggas His brother died, he hopped inside, that lab start makin' tunes But if my brother died, we bailing' off that ride, I'm takin' two Oh, bitch, you think I'm lyin'? Go do your homework on that last, nigga Hittin' boys with strikers, leave em in the bag, we trash, niggas Spot em, drop em, pop em, nah, I can't give no pass, nigga put dat bag up on his head, and me and heff collect the fee Bitch, ain't no poppin' out the car, we gon' run down, I'm on feet 4-0 knocked him out his kicks, and now it's hard for him to breathe Every nigga trollin' on my dog, we done posted on they street Hop out gang, villain E.NT., bitch, we too elite Still ain't get back for your doggy, but you keep on dissin' me Ghost of ponis in dis wood, I swear to God, she hittin' sweet