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a diss track
I ain't tryina beef
Cuz I be neutral when I mix that
Damn it's so decieving
Niggas tryina be me
Pussy keep on talkin
Knowin that you never see

Uh, yea
I went flooded my wrist gotta bust down
Niggas switch everyday I don't trust y'all
He talkin' but I make him hush mouth
It was not one it was

By now you should know I hate waitin'
I got no patience
Right now man are tryna get out the Matrix
Far from the agents
Tryna stay far from

Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take

The Bum-Bitch Ballad

J-Zone

Pimps Don't Pay Taxes

from the Pony Cafe
Yo, break it on down man. Break it on down

Every time I do a show I catch beef with these weak ass groups
And head wrap chicks

look better with cellulite (yeah)
Still be turned off by the shit I ain't never like
If we send 'em up, then he livin' a better life (baow)
Wylin'

still snow on the table and some drugs in my cup
Need a cone and a Dutch, on the phone with the plug
Groupie bitch say she wanna smoke a Bone with a Thug

to go get it for you
Talkin' bout them hard times, I ain't got time for no sob story
Bend it over, tip toe for me, I'll take my time, you so worthy
I

years And we still gon' diss him, nigga

And I ain't just talkin' tough
None of my niggas don't talk much
Drive-bys and walk-ups
Walk off, don't give

fuckin' loud. I done calmed down, now I'm fuckin' wild.
I'm a asshole and I'm fuckin' proud. And I'm still bringin' out a fuckin' crowd.
If it's goin' up

feelin' like I'm too hard for the game I'm in
Caviar seats salmon, that's five, I filet my Benz
Militant is how I train my men
Nigga diss me at 9, he'll

Got a couple missed calls
Surrounded by 4 white walls
How the fuck am I still getting dark thoughts
Who the fuck is niggas get the fuck off my block

This beat a little corny but
It still kinda works
Like 2016 Jake Hill on the verse
That's real, a diss to myself
Never thought I'd make it so
Cheers

of the crazy talk, quit all of the nonsense bitch
Hooked up with a skank that shit is nasty
Told her wash it bitch
Run it through the sink and better clean up by

my homie too dont forget it
Beat you down is to easy 
like  crack an egg’ and make it squizy
Talkin’ many bullshit  too people.
Fuck yr ass pussy

something that I'm pickin up
From movements that you pinnin down
My eyes see, they everything but
Don't Think I would diss da ground I'm walkin on
Talkin

on my nuts
It just make sense that u kiss em
I hear niggas talkin tough
They can’t wait for me to diss em
But to kill em wit success
Is the best way i

crazy and I'm losing my head
Praying on my death then I'll drop you pussies dead
My heart is still hanging but its hanging by a thread
Nah I ain't tryna

like I shouldn't have to say it
Cuz by now they should know it
c lotta words these days
But they ain't saying nothin 
Jogging in place 
How can they diss

Yay never been soppin' like that since Kuka (never)
Shawty stay down by her tits and new butt (for sure)
Two Glocks on me now, they got dicks
Don't

beat bars packin' rounds
Heavy weight champ holdin' it down
Ice it up for da king stage it all on my crown
Pay me by da mills Just to hear my sound

eat
So fuck playin around I have the grit to show my teeth

The plan is to bite down
With execution right now
"My guns go boom boom your guns go pow

the spin again until we end it
Talkin' 'bout business to them bitches
Just go and get a life sentence
Them same ol' fingers you be using
To sneak diss me

Talkapella

Mellow Man Ace

Escape From Havana

1989

Now few people can talk, but more people can gawk
But I prefer that you be down with my block
Because my funky dope spanglish for sure gettin' dumb