Used 2 Dis (feat. KingK) [Live]

Go Talk your shit Girls got that heat Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bro, throw it fully on this Glock, keep tryna catch a body They mad today, can't stop me I think these niggas plottin', fully A's and drakes, make bitches cry about em Them niggas beefin' over chicken, it's alot around Us Cell don't go nowhere without his skizzy You know what he be on If I take this Glock up out the box, it's to send you home Money got a call from meez, We ain't talkin' on the phone I'm just prayin' that he touch down, I hope it won't be long Off a perk and juice, I'm feelin' medicated Ain't in my feelings, turn a death date to a celebration Ain't got no bitch, but got his Glock so he feel dedicated Exclusive shit, can't trust a bitch, that's why I know they hate me That 5th henny mixed with drugs, it got me feelin' lazy It ain't no real up in his blood, that's cause bitches raised him Brody died for taking perks that shit had me pacing, Shit my feelings, they don't work, I bet they think I'm crazy Pass the mic, the money get the trippin Pass the mic or you can pass the stick He got a Rollie on his wrist, let's try to cash it in Doing a hundred in the 40, almost crashed the Benz I got the devil at the door, ain't tryna let him in I'm certified, go check my jacket, this a letter man Them niggas ain't talkin' no money, they can't show them bands Them niggas love crackin' jokes, now go pick up your mans Niggas think they hard, get in that can and they cant throw them hands My white boy tryna slide, he need a pair of Vans Well that's my brother, he half black, but you get what I'm saying These niggas bitches get the snitching they get in that jam The p80 like peanut butter, bitch it's bound to jam Why the f*ck you talkin' out if you ain't got no stick Was in that jam 11 months, it's time to talk my shit The night he tried to take something, he made the list He tried to run off with a pole, I got one on my hip These niggas lyin' in they raps, they ain't got no skits We'll if they do, I wonder who, cause all my niggas with it Remember back in high school all you niggas was bitches Now all of a sudden niggas thuggin' cause they tote them pistols Them niggas rookies in the streets, no they ain't used to this That bitch a get to shootin' fast, don't need a cooler kit Might take a trip to Saks Fifth to get some newer drip Your brother told and then you told, so nigga who a bitch You it's not hard, don't get far I buy new Glocky with all stock parts I hit up Jermy with a list, make sure it's not large Spend some drip, I got my Glock on me, she think my cock hard An on a chase , bro take the wheel because he got bars.