Ghosted Woo Trendy Woo Diss
[Intro]
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[Verse]
You wanna meet your imans n***a
I'm bout to give you a visit
You said I had money in the grave n***a, you bout to see I'm the tickets
I could've fucked on your bitch n***a, I had to shake her ass
She could've gave me the deep throat, I had to spend her cash
I had her coca chucking in the crib, I thought I'd bust her ass Trendy, you really get no money
N***a, I get you the cash
If y'all bros really wanna pull up
We givin' belts to they ass
I swear to God, n***a, it's my last
I'm never givin' no pass
I swear to God, I ain't givin' passes
You want to turn me, Trendy?
I ain't turnin' on you
N***a, you pussy, n***a, you fool
N***a, so you pull up, go shoot n***a
I got some shit that's gon' dump
Like, all you gon' ask, huh
All you gon' ask is that cunt
So, n***a, don't run it
I'll have you stick, n***a, when I dump
N***as be sayin' they blazin'
With money and they holdin' guns
You say he sucks money to his up, n***a
Next time I see you, it's up
Last time I saw you, n***a, you was stuck
All of my n***as told me you was sucked
N***a, you ain't want no beef, for real
Now you gon' mention my uncle, that shit gon' get you killed
I'm in the field, for real
Your body knocks, gon' pick up his body
Or you think he gon' drill?
Hold on, that n***a no drill rapper
I had to write him a song, for real
Like, I had to write you a song
N***a, you never perform
Next time I check how you mention my Uncle Trevo
He was in the field, for real
He used to play like 1615, n***a, I was late for the kill
I ain't Eddie Guerrero, n***a I do not lie, I don't cheat, I don't steal
I'm in the field for real
I got a lake for the kill, n***a
Light pours in my brush, n***a
I'ma give him some sheds, gon' puff, n***a
It was like a Friday night
So how you think he tough, n***a?
By the end of the night, n***a
We about to see a little light, n***a
Shout out to Sleeves Bustin'
N***a, you think you tough, you alright, n***a? I have some sheds, gon' bang up that pipe, n***a
Cause you know I can fight, n***a
But n***as ain't fightin' no more
So n***a, why would I fight, n***a?
[Outro]
I have my gun, go boom
All you gon' hear is that shot
Or you gon' clear the room
I do not fuck with no woo
I like the bullets that's coming to game, but y 'all n***as keepin' the truth
Stay that you heard, lil' n***a I don't know how to fuck with no woo
Gang, gang
Lil bitch
I know how to cook a chicken in the crib
I had to cook a chicken in the-
Gra, gra
Like
[Verse]
You wanna meet your imans n***a
I'm bout to give you a visit
You said I had money in the grave n***a, you bout to see I'm the tickets
I could've fucked on your bitch n***a, I had to shake her ass
She could've gave me the deep throat, I had to spend her cash
I had her coca chucking in the crib, I thought I'd bust her ass Trendy, you really get no money
N***a, I get you the cash
If y'all bros really wanna pull up
We givin' belts to they ass
I swear to God, n***a, it's my last
I'm never givin' no pass
I swear to God, I ain't givin' passes
You want to turn me, Trendy?
I ain't turnin' on you
N***a, you pussy, n***a, you fool
N***a, so you pull up, go shoot n***a
I got some shit that's gon' dump
Like, all you gon' ask, huh
All you gon' ask is that cunt
So, n***a, don't run it
I'll have you stick, n***a, when I dump
N***as be sayin' they blazin'
With money and they holdin' guns
You say he sucks money to his up, n***a
Next time I see you, it's up
Last time I saw you, n***a, you was stuck
All of my n***as told me you was sucked
N***a, you ain't want no beef, for real
Now you gon' mention my uncle, that shit gon' get you killed
I'm in the field, for real
Your body knocks, gon' pick up his body
Or you think he gon' drill?
Hold on, that n***a no drill rapper
I had to write him a song, for real
Like, I had to write you a song
N***a, you never perform
Next time I check how you mention my Uncle Trevo
He was in the field, for real
He used to play like 1615, n***a, I was late for the kill
I ain't Eddie Guerrero, n***a I do not lie, I don't cheat, I don't steal
I'm in the field for real
I got a lake for the kill, n***a
Light pours in my brush, n***a
I'ma give him some sheds, gon' puff, n***a
It was like a Friday night
So how you think he tough, n***a?
By the end of the night, n***a
We about to see a little light, n***a
Shout out to Sleeves Bustin'
N***a, you think you tough, you alright, n***a? I have some sheds, gon' bang up that pipe, n***a
Cause you know I can fight, n***a
But n***as ain't fightin' no more
So n***a, why would I fight, n***a?
[Outro]
I have my gun, go boom
All you gon' hear is that shot
Or you gon' clear the room
I do not fuck with no woo
I like the bullets that's coming to game, but y 'all n***as keepin' the truth
Stay that you heard, lil' n***a I don't know how to fuck with no woo
Gang, gang
Lil bitch
I know how to cook a chicken in the crib
I had to cook a chicken in the-