Instagram beef
[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
None of these n***as not shootin shit
We got caught with that muthafuckin [?] kit
Talk on the gram to the phone and get hit
Fuck [?] a bag I better see my [?]
I ain’t been to the east side cuz they been cracking down
Slide on yo block, 12 pull up n***a like what happen now?
Molly and X still my favorite mashup
Bitch you a fuckin slut man, put yo ass up!
Rob a n***a, he gon put his cash up
Take em off, n***a got her mags dump [?], lil n***a
Yuh, yah
I ain't scatter, none of them n***as
And they got guns but they ain’t pullin none of them triggas, lil n***a
And ion rock no Tommy Hilfiger lil n***a on god
And free my lil brother cuz that lil n***a got caught with his rod
On gang
[Verse 2: lil meiwaku]
On gang bitch
Free his bro man, them cops really pussies
These hollow tips make them brains go mushy
I can turn yo bitch gay without even looking
They don’t like what I say еven though I be cooking
They on livе babbling like a Wookie
That diss was so cool man you want a cookie?
He act hard but you know he a rookie
And he dropped the addy, so we get to booking
You wanna fight bitch? That’s a hard pass
You ain’t with Yukari you in the wrong class
And if you talk shit we gonna clap back
Just like Yomi with her lame ass
That wasn’t a diss, though, we can scratch that
I use instagram not snapchat
You wanna hurt me that’s a hard task
Yuh, aye
I don’t like
Fuck n***as saying i’m going nowhere
You not matching my energy
Ay yuh
You know I gon slide for my dawgs, someone pass me a Pedigree
And the Opps in this party i’m wrapping them up Sata Andagi
They thinking they getting the drop we gon pull up with sentries (on em, lil bitch)
None of these n***as not shootin shit
We got caught with that muthafuckin [?] kit
Talk on the gram to the phone and get hit
Fuck [?] a bag I better see my [?]
I ain’t been to the east side cuz they been cracking down
Slide on yo block, 12 pull up n***a like what happen now?
Molly and X still my favorite mashup
Bitch you a fuckin slut man, put yo ass up!
Rob a n***a, he gon put his cash up
Take em off, n***a got her mags dump [?], lil n***a
Yuh, yah
I ain't scatter, none of them n***as
And they got guns but they ain’t pullin none of them triggas, lil n***a
And ion rock no Tommy Hilfiger lil n***a on god
And free my lil brother cuz that lil n***a got caught with his rod
On gang
[Verse 2: lil meiwaku]
On gang bitch
Free his bro man, them cops really pussies
These hollow tips make them brains go mushy
I can turn yo bitch gay without even looking
They don’t like what I say еven though I be cooking
They on livе babbling like a Wookie
That diss was so cool man you want a cookie?
He act hard but you know he a rookie
And he dropped the addy, so we get to booking
You wanna fight bitch? That’s a hard pass
You ain’t with Yukari you in the wrong class
And if you talk shit we gonna clap back
Just like Yomi with her lame ass
That wasn’t a diss, though, we can scratch that
I use instagram not snapchat
You wanna hurt me that’s a hard task
Yuh, aye
I don’t like
Fuck n***as saying i’m going nowhere
You not matching my energy
Ay yuh
You know I gon slide for my dawgs, someone pass me a Pedigree
And the Opps in this party i’m wrapping them up Sata Andagi
They thinking they getting the drop we gon pull up with sentries (on em, lil bitch)