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lirik lagu not a diss – lonzo da menace

[intro]
frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah (wop, wop, wop)
uh, uh, uh (foenem hop out dumpin’ with that twin mag, go get back)
it’s wop (n*gga think we cliquin’ up, his sh*t splat, level this b*tch, [?])

[verse]
me and clayski in the backcourt with a strike, ten k for his life (got a ten)
how you wanna do a song with wop? you the goofy type (wop, wop)
that ain’t paper work, the police searched my phone, i post it twice (i post that sh*t twice, n*gga)
four years of my life, you shot the air, b*tch, don’t believe the hype (believe the trend)
backstage with this chop and all the hoes, you don’t own a pipe (he don’t own a what?)
broke b*tch steady wearin’ n*ggas’ clothes, wearin’ n*ggas’ ice (wearin’ what?)
straight to icu, they shot the floor once, they don’t need a pipe (ayy, take them n*ggas’ pipes, man)
we came through, they smacked the curb, them switch sh*lls make a n*gga fight (frrah, frrah, frrah)
i just f*cked a new b*tch in the city, she want raf, givenchy (what she want?)
i just checked my cousin eyes, it’s blood, every day he spinnin’ (yeah, yeah)
check his recent stories, we off drugs, tryna catch him chillin’ (uh)
twenty if you bring him to me livin’, then we k!ll the shippin’ (can’t leave no witness)
n*ggas p*ssy, n*ggas brought they mama to the trenches (brought they, huh?)
i’m the first to pull up rolls and bring a glock back to the trenches (brought back glock)
foenem hop out, k!ll ’em, that’s for that lil’ trick shot out the window
they say, “hit the stu’ and go off,” i’m out tryna catch this n*gga (grrah, grrah, n*gga)
see, these clothes, they ain’t regular clothes, they cost a dub (cost a what?)
and this sh*t inside my cup that cost a g, we call it mud (call it what?)
if i blow up, then it’s f*ck a b*tch, tryna buy my n*ggas guns (buy my n*ggas guns)
seen my n*gga sn*tch one off somebody waist, n*gga, free lil’ cuz (n*gga, free lil’ cuz)
i’m the n*gga lost a portion of they life and caught a buzz
how the f*ck you d*mn near forty with no pipe? you tryna run (takeoff)
took me three days just to find out where they at, we ain’t seen ’em since (i ain’t seen ’em, nah)
lil’ bro let that b*tch ride out in neutral, he ain’t picture this (uh)
cuz let ’bout ten shots out his nick’, they still drivin’ hit (bah, bah, bah, on foenem)
play with us, bring robert out the crib, he tell us who we hit (bring robert out)
put kings all in the mix like we won’t spin up on they sh*t
how the f*ck you turned to mexican? put tacos in your sh*t
(muchos gracias)
had to fall back from my b*tch, she think she ari, she ain’t that (uh)
at our trial date, it was two police and josh, and that’s on mac (n*gga, f*ck mac, n*gga)
everythin’ you got, i got, now ain’t no ‘flaugin’, let’s speak facts (uh)
you ain’t go trial ’cause me, we go to trial, b*tch, we get cracked (dumbass)
cut his cable, n*ggas fakin’ labels, really sound unstable (really sound)
how the f*ck you shoot from down the street? the glock back on my table (how that work?)
got a ten, gon’ backdoor your friend, that sh*t still on the table
how the f*ck is that your muscle? it’s a k.o., he ain’t save you (he snoozin’)
get for real, this n*gga a fan, ain’t tryna k!ll (what? what?)
in this strike, tryna see when he come out his sister crib (wop, wop, wop)
i wouldn’t call this sh*t a diss ’cause you won’t slide or do no drills
you got one time just to f*ck up, on my daughter, b*tch, you nailed (on my daughter, n*gga)
[outro]
foenem grave, b*tch
foenem, we been on belmont, b*tch
foenem grave, we trailin’ that car every f*ckin’ time
b*tch, on my daughter, you got one time, n*gga
you lucky you deleted your ig, n*gga
on foenem grave, we gon’ nail your b*tch*ass

- lonzo da menace

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