No Diddy

We love you El Chapo, No Diddy, Pushy P, I ain't talking bout no Diddy, We love you El Chapo I look like I'm boof pack, I ain't talking bout no plug, I could never love a bitch, that's why I keep a gun On the run, selling drugs, feeling like I'm Tay-K, On the race, doing chase, making 10K in a day My heart broken, not the same, hit him with a flame, now it's found me crying after graves Put my bun up like it's sage, I feel like the KKK, cause my choppa hate these niggas Rob a nigga for six figures, she bounce on my dick like Tigger, you a pussy, pull the trigger In the trenches with them killers, going ape shit like gorillas, this ain't no Kardash Griller I feel like I'm Danny Phantom, going ghost in Atlanta, pulling walk in my Fanta, she be dirty like Diana My girl crazy off the coke, snow on her nose, she didn't fucking blow I be pushing P, I ain't talking bout no Diddy, sign my name on the titties A.I.P. to get you running to your grave, in the kitchen like a slave I am Mr. Save-a-ho, why you blowing up my phone, in this care I can be lone So I gotta keep a crown, pointing to your fucking dome, you ain't never coming home I feel like I'm Booth Pack, I ain't talking bout no plug, I could never love a bitch, so I gotta keep a gun El Chapo on the run, choppa just hit your son, we be screaming Red Run, got a Glock he would've drawn El Chapo on the run, El Chapo on the run