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Kellio

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(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
(Oh my god)
(They talkin a lot, they talkin a lot)
(Rest easy luh gaddy)
They like to pop shit over spam
Word to Tang he not bout it
I go $3000 Amira suits, I keep it in my closet (keep it in my closet)
Why you mad cause I did some features and yo trash ass wasn't on it
(Trash ass wasn't on it)
These fuckin fat niggas worried bout the wrong beef
Bro this is bad
I understand you make them goofy beats, It's really kind of sad
You was born rich (oh my god)
Me I got to it out the gutter (oh my god)
In my bag
Can't be mad at a nigga
Who want opportunities I had
And it can get real disrespectful if I mention brodie dad
I'm just sayin
Niggas freestyle on sum disses, I ain't playin
Need my name just for promotions
The dickeatin super sayian (it's bad)
Better watch yo bitch
We passed ha to the gang, But we gone keep it low
(I said we keep it on the low)
Niggas talk a lot
Niggas make assumptions and I know (I know)
We got the chopsticks in the back, Word to Tay that imma blow (gone blow)
We was trappin really scammin
Got $3k just for the show (k)
We done hit the bitch and passed her to the gang
Convert a hoe (a hoe)
Even with consent of Pluto
I can still produce a show
Niggas thinkin they is competition (ya, ya, ya)
I do this on the road (ya, ya)
Yo fans is sheep (oh my god)
They listen to my beat (oh my god)
And bopping to my flow (oh my god)
That image that you got of me (oh my god)
Throw it away cause now you know (oh my god)
Tang we drill shit (oh my god)
Kill shit
Fox five news shit
Niggas think shit sweet
Piss me off niggas is clueless
Ian wanna do this but you tryin me, Let's move bitch (let's move)
Orange tips, you can put em down
Yeen got no fucking tool bitch (ok, ok, ok)
Folks n em
Be blast all my shit straight through yo burbs bitch (oh ya)
You ain't never been behind them bars
I made the news bitch
Trappin by the store
I did the dash in my new whip
Was with yo twin
How he hangin round wit ops
Nigga a fool (nigga a fool)
Shit this dissin shit for fun
You talk, then run
How both ops got the same name
Get two bodies it's a ton
Stop waving that fuckin gun
Boy you talk to feds nigga
Startin to think that you is one?
We go to fathers grave
We roll one up & piss on it for fun
Shit gets real disrespectful when you f*ck with the wrong one
I smoke exotic just to cool my nerves
Use to blow shit up for fun
Long Live Twin
If I hear they name, I'm going onna run
I just gave my dawg a dub, He trappin, but now he done
I just reloaded this extended mag to this gun
"Kel a hoe" is what they say knowin damn well I go for none
He kept on runnin his mouth on live
We hit em then we spun
I can get cho ass hit
Them niggas desperate for a bun
See we don't mention shit up on the internet
It's f*ck the feds (f*ck em)
Niggas worry bout a fuckin diss
When all yo niggas fuckin dead
How the f*ck that nigga 6ft
With the worm where he stayed
Ain't gone mention who got them bodies
Cause yo bitch ass with the feds (oh my god)
(What you gone do when I hit da door?
Niggas all talk in these disses
Then try to call me his bro
Mind ya business
The outcome is some shit yeen heard before
Yea, but now you know)

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