Arguing (feat. Bso jay)

Ayy, look, right you a fuckin' bitch, let me bring that back Nigga talkin' way too f*ck crazy, boy I'll get you smacked Let that nigga run up on me, boy he'll catch this Mack That nigga talk about my fuckin' bitch, but yo bitch a trap Seen that nigga ray bitch on the bed, I done cracked her back That nigga talkin' to my fuckin' opps, that lil' bitch a rat That lil' card don't got no fuckin' pay, better put that back That fake ass chain, boy bitch be respectful, I'll get the snatched Pop that nigga in his fuckin' shit, cause that bitch a rat That nigga got 160 and think he ', scammin' fuckin' get a rack I'm a whole wizard, all this bitch, you see my wrist, bitch, I focus that That nigga got a kiss and it's too hot, but that nigga ain't cookin' crack Ayy, that nigga Jay aint neva scam he work a nine to five And he the type of nigga dissin' then he fuckin' die I might just hit his bitch once he fuckin' die I know I'm an L mans boy, stop talkin' crazy Let me stop talkin', karma wanna have my baby Wait, hold on, who the f*ck is that There's two bad hoes on my dick, I'm tryna pull they tracks Jay is a bitch dat nigga hang around fuckin rats Ayy, look, I hit yo bitch up That one bitch you had in Pershing, ended up getting yo bitch took I only want the neck cause dat lil bitch aint even look good You can't even f*ck my bitch, the only thing that you fucked is fourth grade Ayy, hold on, we about to bring that back Your bitch is really fuckin' with me, for real, she really bought you my swag Nigga, I'm flyin' around this bitch without the promise, nigga, f*ck the fad We got the blitz around this bitch, sippin' recurrence, nigga, f*ck the fad Ray How you gon' leave that thick bitch around me and then go come back, mad I kinda understand you went from pot to pan F*ck around and had to hit my man's bitch on video For some reason, the only thing that you can see is titties, though I forgot to put y'all hip, thats jay bitch, she ain't on my dick Matter of fact, me and Jay arguing over sticks Niggas better chill over dat blick i done shot dat bitch How the f*ck niggas in real shooters, but they missin' shit Me and Jay ain't never beef, but I'll smack his ass Let niggas know around this bitch, ain't no fuckin' pass Ayy, Jay, my bitch way better, your bitch ain't got no ass I be throwin' my bitch cash every week, what the f*ck you do I put your man's on TV, now he on Fox 2 That nigga ray. Aing sellin' shit, that nigga get his straps on tv I got that nine to five, bitch, I get the shit to up my weed I know you see your bitch, I have the airplay on my TV But man, I know your bitch is askin i have the bitch up all on her knees Nigga, where you out here sellin' black demise, I'm out here sellin' half a weed Nigga, you really tryin' to judge, bitch, I'll go and sell a half a tree Ray already charged, bitches mo' but since you a sis, I give you half a free Why the f*ck that nigga Jay act like a bitch over a fuckin' bitch I f*ck around and have to show yo pussy ass, yo bitch ate on my dick dick Bet u finna call that bitch and cry to her, you a fuckin' hoe Why the f*ck you cryin' to a fuckin' hoe, we need to find some lows So these niggas know, when we pop out, all we do is sco Ayy, bitch, I don't need a low I'm already sittin' on the porch waitin' at the door