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[chorus: eddy sb]
like, they throw them ls, i don’t know what they did
look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
n*ggas rappin’, they mans in a ditch
better go get up and get on that sh*t
like, r.i.p. kal, two guns if he trip
we runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck

[verse 1: eddy sb]
like, they diss in song, i don’t feel them
f*ck it, hop in the ride, let’s go get him
brodie—brodie itchin’ to wet ‘em
they don’t get back for their man, then forget ‘em
and r.i.p. to the lil’ one, for lil’ notti
he got caught with no pole on his body
he was dissin’, but we knеw his body
r.i.p. bro rolled him up in a hottie
rah got slapped by an a*wood n*gga
would’vе been me, would’ve flamed that n*gga
but he just sat back and just hate that n*gga
you p*ssy, no, we ain’t the same, my n*gga
if he jackin’ bg, that’s a bd
when i see him, you know that it’s lit
how you smokin’ eazy, you a peewee
aim for fiji when we on they strip
this still on my peewee, do ‘em skeezy
when i spin, call them names, it hit
like ninety shots out the clip
like no, you can’t even dip
like mention the 3rd, n*ggas know how we get
run into us, you get sent to the rest
like leave his hoe in depressed
like on this car, ain’t n0body can check
[chorus: eddy sb]
like they throw them ls, i don’t know what they did
look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
n*ggas rappin’, they mans in a ditch
better go get up and get on that sh*t
like r.i.p. kal, two guns if he trip
we runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck

[verse 2: day ryer]
how you on the s lookin’ for a crip
saw your brother, n*gga caught that hit
word to my mother, omi was a b*tch
catch lil’ bro, beat him with the grip
how you dissin’, you ain’t got no hits
3 opps shot, then we had to dip
free bg tecca, h*lla what
screwin’ some videos, n*gga, he a kid
when they see me, know i let it rip
spin through the 4th, cl!ckin’ on the 5th
i’m a demon flockin’ on they strips
i’ma keep cl!ckin’ till a n*gga trip
grrah

[verse 3: sandman]
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
all that hot b*tch sh*t on my d*ck, n*gga
when we spinnin’ the bridge, we lookin’ for woadie
all that hot b*tch sh*t on my d*ck
why you mention my block, n*gga, what you did
that’s trap manny, throw him off that bridge
like b*tch, i’m an ‘ooter, do hits by my doley
catch a drilly, we gon’ leave him holy
we smokin’ ue, with some oumi
lotti and notti done died by the police
if you droppin’ my s, you get turned to exotic
f*ck rah, he got hit in his bonnet
like brodie a demon, he always on hot sh*t
mention my slugs, they know we the hottest
like my heavy k, we don’t f*ck with them projects
that’s a gunna, i’ma flock him
like r.i.p. kal, for brodie be flockin’
like f*ck all the opps, n*ggas keep on droppin’
grrah
i’m with eddie and day
three knocks, one beat, let’s go to the gates
hop out and up it, leave them where they stay
they mention the smelly, they gon’ meet this flame
the dead like, go spin through the h
two drills one day, let’s show ’em how the slugs play
rah got packed, dummy got packed
layla got packed, aj done cracked
[chorus: eddy sb]
like they throw them l’s, i don’t know what they did
look in his stats, let me know what y’all hit
n*ggas rappin’, they mans in a ditch
better go get up and get on that sh*t
like r.i.p. kal, two guns if he trip
we runnin’ down, don’t care who you with
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck
y’all need to stop dissin’, like, get off our d*ck

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