GHC - 16 Diss (SYLWS) lyrics

Ya And she said that gucci im your best friend f** you f** you f** your p**y boyfriend Im wearing 5 thousnd dollers Worth of ice and blings Iced out Faded out from the f**in blings Baaby Ahaa You remember that last night I got my dick out You said its mine 19 19 Noo noo noo 16 16 your a h*mo I made you want to blow me I know you want to ride me Come baby to me Cause got your back Ghc on the track Listen you f*g Rich motha f**er With a hot 6 pack C donest take trash He just takes cash So much money in my pockets Gave you a heart attack If I blow what I smoke I will make you chock .............. Okaaay Ridding in the Chevrolet Young rich star All they do is pay 16 ounces 3 7 mouces Guns make annoucments On my dick she bounces And she told me gucci f** me more I made blood come out of that hore All she wants is a dick in her p**y hole Shes a b**h And her boy friend is a troll Shes going up and down on the stiper poll Throwin money Throwin money Then she lost control Ice on my watch baby Im from the north poll That b**h can't live With out birth control She s**ed on my dick like a sweet roll When she knew how much I made She lost control Iced out Blinged out Baby im the boss 16 16 im like the sticky ross