I gots to do what I gots to do
Now listen
Mkay, I keeps it G s**t
And I’m a keep it G s**t.
(Rocky Badd – Rag Doll)
n***as ain’t gone admit it, but n***as know the real
B*tch you was just down here in the city last year on Molly birthday
Broke a** hell
You couldn’t even pay for yo way back
So you had to s** Joseph d*ck
What the f*ck is you talking about
You broke c*nt a** b*tch
And every, no n***a ain’t never heard of you
Bro you f*cked every n***a that got a buzz
Kodak and them n***as from Glo gang
Nobody know who the f*ck you is b*tch
You can’t even rap, like give that s**t up
F*ck is you talking about, I ain’t heard of no b*tch with makeup sliding down on n***a in the hood
B*tch how many bodies you got, hmmmm?
Shut yo dumb a** up.
I ain’t scared of no b*tch, I ain’t scared of Cuban either
Raps got y’all fooled, I know she ain’t no cuban either
B*tch thought it was sweet, till I caught her outta hell s**t
B*tches was bout to run, and I still ain’t get my nails fixed
F*ck it
I’ll be broke, but y’all b*tches don’t sell s**t
Knew y’all h**s was weak
Jump in some beef so how you scared b*tch
It’s the real B
And I ain’t come to play around this b*tch
You in Detroit, I’m on yo a**
Y’all can’t stay around this b*tch
I got a sugar with a drum
And I keep his a** on stand by.
B*tches playing dirty then his mans die
These h**s be talking, I can beat em with my hands tied
B*tch ain’t have no hands, even her mans ain’t even swing by
B*tch ain’t got no friends, even yo mans know you can’t swing Ma
F*cked a couple rappers, now she think she the man huh
Was sending threats to Asia, how you geeked cause she yo friend now
Got f*cked by Kodak Black, but you ain’t got a Bens now
Make that b*tch get on her knees, Tadoe blacked her eyes
You was d*ck s**ing Molly, now she ain’t on yo side
Came out the stu and gave you these hands, b*tch I’m hurting yo pride
Lil b*tch was playing tough, till I caught her outside
So all that draco, cut it
You keep telling me lies
Every b*tch I’m with would’ve dogged, every one of yo guys
Had my hung with both hands, you couldn’t swing if you tried
How you fronting like you won, b*tch we all know you lying
Why these h**s go in model, cause they funny rappping
I got goons in my city, cause they funny acting
Everybody outside know what really happened
These b*tches soft to sum it up, this what really happened
Joseph, Becka, Natashia pulled me off of you
The b*tch you came with ain’t even bust a move
So if we jumped
Shoot, yo mans was right in front of you
You should be dissing her not me, but that’s what dummies do
Was looking for that chain, cause that b*tch was coming off of you
Next time you know to shield, or this s**t is off of you
If you busy winning, how the f*ck your know what I can do
You are not a street b*tch, you are just a prostitute
You had hurt nobody, s**t I knocked the lashes off of you.
B*tches want the smoke
S**t, I knocked the ashes off of you
I’m a find out who yo writer is and smack that n***a
Same reason why a b*tch always wrapping n***as
Joseph a p*ssy a**, I swear my b*tches should’ve grab that n***a
I ain’t surprised, same reason why I be laughing at n***as
They just hate I’m in my bag though
My young n***as say I’m acting like a a**hole
Couple n***as switch, tell I ain’t mad though
Praying on my downfall, but still ain’t got a bag though
And these b*tches ain’t got s**t coming
Only time a b*tch is nice is when the b*tch c*mming
And they be stalking my life, but swear a b*tch nothing
And they be talking bout ice, as if that means something
Lil b*tch get yo s**t snatched
And we ain’t lacking over here, get yo s**t smacked.
I mean sis when the f*ck is it cool to drop a diss song after you get yo a** beat
Like you gotta look in the mirror every f*cking day
B*tch
You mad you took that L
All my b*tches up
Dumb a** b*tch
Try that s**t again (All that ra ra s**t y’all be doing in y’all videos)
Try that s**t again
F*ck is you talking about
Ain’t no f*ck Bando, it’s f*ck you
Where the f*ck was them dracos at when you got yo s**t best in
B*tchhh.