For Diddy (feat. PoleBoy Mookie)

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PoleBoy JuJu

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I'ma check five, I'ma get king, I'ma have a bunch of those mothafuckas
I'ma get king, I'ma get king, get king, get king
F*ck around, turn a nigga to a dame
All these bench niggas, bitches is skinny

I was outside, spent the blocks all night on the doors
I ain't sick till a nigga got busy
Back to back, play ball, try to score on the opps
Me and brody going 50 for 50

We on the slots, on the block, they ain't scoring my side
And the main nigga's butt acts flicky
I'm too high, been smoking on gate
I'ma crash when I slide with the skinny

30 shots in this block, everybody getting shot
Run the gang, I'ma shoot till it's empty
Niggas know how I rock, when I rock
Going dogs for the G, I'ma spend time dizzy

Niggas know how I rock, when I rock
Going dogs for the G, I'ma spend time dizzy
F*ck my nigga, get better than Kurt
Catch a nigga, we doing like Hertz

Anybody get better in a shirt
See, it's us, we been paying the birth
We was feeding from them drills
Going back to back, tryna put a opp in a shirt

We was feeding from them drills
Going back to back, tryna put a opp in a hurt
F*ck body, we got it the worst
Face shots to that nigga, the church

I lit up this nigga on alert
See them kids do this bitch in reverse
Any nigga I catch in the first
Lil' brody up, then I try to get him first

I be slidin' through bucks
I'm personified, I be trippin' in that orange turd
Nigga back up, you see him all night
Face shot, make a nigga hold that

He got eight by them bands like a snack
JVG, bitch, I'm heavy on that
I be spittin' niggas balls, you guys are opps
They know I ain't duckin' no rack

I walk up to the side, I show him his bullock
He got it in his neck
F*ck around, turn a nigga to
All these bitch niggas bitchin' his skinny

I was outside spendin' bucks all night
On my dogs, I ain't sleep till a nigga got busy
Back to back, they box, I score on the opps
Me and brody goin' 50 for 50

We up snacks on the buck, they ain't score on my side
I'm too high, been smokin' on giddy
I'ma crush it, I slide with the skinny
30 shots in this block, everybody gettin' shot

In the game, I been shootin' till it's empty
Niggas know how I rock
When I rock on the dogs for the jam
And spend some dizzy

Niggas know how I rock
When I rock on the dogs for the jam
And spend some dizzy
First time see Lil Blinky

He ain't do shit, and that's on dogs
I bet he won't put it on Diddy
Matter of fact, ask Lil Diddy
Why

Cause he was right there, right with him
I done been on them drills
Absolute J, I was right there
But I'm right with him

You niggas boys children
My niggas really be drillin
My niggas really be killin
You niggas ain't sleepin' at Denny's

So why's our name even mentioned
See, I smoke a 40, no Pac-Man
We took that nigga like back then
Don't ask Blinky what happened

We popped up to his car, we was matchin
On gang, gang
Off him the E, let it bang, bang
I heard he caught it with that nigga from Thang

But I ain't gon' mention his name
I was fuckin' them kids, beatin' him on dogs
But I ain't gon' mention the name
That shit get a drop, blow a taco

What's the score? It's like zero to three
I heard he got hit in his chest, you blackin
Bitch, about who he was rappin
Blinky a bitch, when he see me, he dabbin

Stop all that rappin', he cappin
Walk with these niggas like Mavericks
I'm in the field like Madden
Lil' bro messed up on them drills like Gladden

Child, put them kids in the casket
F*ck a cop, turn a nigga to a bitch
All these fresh niggas, bitch, they're skinny
I was outside, spendin' close money

Don't like when you tell niggas y'all busy
F*ck the bad lady, full time school
What up
What's up, niggas

Don't understand if you don't bitch
What's up, niggas
Don't understand if you don't bitch
What's up, niggas

What up
What's up
What's up, niggas
Who you runnin' for

Why you runnin'
What you runnin' for
What you runnin' for, nigga

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