Letter 2 My Opps
Vons WRLD
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Want to make a diss track It's all good Pussy nigga from the 925 You are not hood Man that shit was ass Couldn't do what I could Beat that nigga ass Just as, I should Nigga don't you follow me You a fucking fan I'ma kill a nigga And then flee off to Japan I'ma kill a nigga And then hit the dirty dan Bitch, I'm hot as f*ck But I'm as cool as a fan Bitch, you pale as f*ck You really need a tan Said my shit is ass But I made about a band But yo shit is ass You can't do what I can You the reason Why the bad bitches Turn trans Ugly ass nigga Look like Ratatouille I can get Givenchy But I really want the Louis Niggas can't get rid of me You gon' have to sue me Not my fault That yo bitches wanna do me Not my fault That yo bitches wanna screw me Little bit of dissing Ain't gon' do nothing to me Bitch, his head weird That shit look like Stewie I'ma kick yo bitch like Soccer Then I hit the (SUI) Three niggas vs myself I feel like Bron in '18 Yo bitch cleaned my dick with spit I think she Ms.Clean Do this shit for fun and money I wanna make the big leagues I'ma diss all three I just squad wiped they whole team I don't want yo bitch I got hella hoes I ain't scared of niggas That's gon' walk on they tippy toes Nigga you ain't shit You ain't nothing but an average joe Why they get hit with a clip And nobody knows I'ma get rich And buy the fam some designer clothes No one takes you serious You ain't nothing but a damn troll Nigga are you stupid You a mothafuckin' imbecile I'ma pull up on 'em Shoot a nigga like a video Yeah, and this a letter to my oops I'ma keep on going Ain't nobody finna stop Keep fucking 'round You gon' end up getting dropped I don't want yo hoe 'Cause yo bitch is hella chopped Yeah, and they all wondering Why with the backshots It sound like it's thundering Me and yo shorty in the bed Royal rumbling She ain't doing tricks She mothafuckin' tumbling Yeah, and this is part two I'ma shoot a nigga Like a video on YouTube Bitch, I'm the fucking GOAT Yeah, that's word to Keep fucking with me You gon' end up on a shirt too Keep fucking with me You gon' end up in the ground I got Mac 11s and Glocks all around All you niggas fake I'm the realest in the town I like to use the guns that don't got no sound Yeah, I feel mysterious I got a clip for you monkeys If you want to be so curious I don't think you get it I don't think you really hearing this Never rap again, I got a better diss (Uh-huh, yeah)
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