100 Carrots (feat. P-Moneyy)
Kid G
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Wanna send shots but never take shots You outdated no pocketwatch You sipping seltzers I'll take the scotch That track with me is the best you got Your life's a botch you bottom notch You droppin albums and no one cops What you can't you see, not a friend to me Wanna talk shit you're an enemy You got the same flow that everyone knows It'll never be hot like winter it's cold You doin the most send death threats won't back it up though Just a broke bitch hoe Say I'm trash but numbers don't lie I've packed out shows quite a few times Ain't hard to tell I'm doin alright I'll stop right there 'fo I catch a homicide This the last time all you tell is fuckin' lies This the last time you a failure in my eyes All you do is run your fuckin mouth but don't want no smoke Like bong rips you blow smoke and that's why you a joke bitch This the last time that I'll have you in my lines This the last time that I'll ever pay you mind Dawg tell me you ain't faking on the motherfucking net Make me roll through on the block and leave that motherfucker wet Okay this bitch right here talk real slick so I come right down Then I slapped his bitch, Now normally I dont f*ck with clowns, just ask T-Rev boy I get down Now unfortunately Kid G my round, and I love beef just ask around I got the sauce and I got the sound Lining em up and knocking em down Tell me one thing real quick right now How the f*ck you drop and you lose some fans You a loser man, you foolish man You don't even pop on google man That's brutal man This yo Mutha fucking funeral man, Now here lies Paralyzed, momma said you fucking special but I think you parents lied This is how a rapper dies, 2 for 2 bitch ima ride It's all true bitch I ain't lied This the last time all you tell is fuckin lies This the last time you a failure in my eyes All you do is run your fuckin mouth but don't want no smoke Like bong rips you blow smoke and that's why you a joke This the last time that I'll have you in my lines This the last time that I'll ever pay you mind Your music sucks your girl fucks are you a cuck she homie hopping I know shit that you don't so watch your step I ain't joking This really ain't none of my business I really don't think she committed She tired of being let down she wanna get down but needs a freak in the sheets Bro you can't even beat up a beat The beat riding you lil homie You think you in the freshman class HA, you ain't even a rookie I just wanna make it clear, if you wanna talk shit to your peers That's fine and all but if I hear I'll keep dissing you year after year I sent you a link said it was dope, oh now you a yes man bro? (F*ck) Well, say it ain't so Sold you my stu, you sound like shit Made a shitty track no little bitch Stop acting like you rich Pussy boy… You've been dissed
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