Know what the fuck goin' on
417, nigga, fuck your team nigga
Big 417, LongLive Melo, LongLive Jon, MeloMode, come on
How you tryna beef with us, but ain't never finna blow shit
That's like Texting, askin' me to match, but never smoke shit
And all that talkin' crazy on the net, don't get your folks hit
And I'm short, but I got some heart, so I ain't gotta grow shit
Know what the fuck goin' on
We hit they block a couple times, and they ain't spinnin' back
They talkin' on the net, but whole time, they ain't gettin' back
Do somethin' to me, I'm spinnin' back, we goin' tit for tat
Catch him tryna make some food, bitch, I'm shootin' where the kitchen at
And all the opps hate me, don't get no fuck, I'ma keep dissing
Catch that nigga tryna watch TV, let's leave the screen glitching
Step for real, you niggas never step, I guess our feet different
I'm tryna walk down on the whole car and leave the seat missing
Shit you a ho, but you fine, then the bitch so I might kiss you
If you don't let me fuck first night, on my next song, I might diss you
Nut on her face, ain't no towel, we gon' wipe it off with tissue
Damn look at it, that shit rippin', that's the only fucking issue
I go to school, pop a perc before, I walk up in the building
My teacher asks why I got all the answer's wrong, and why I'm trippin
I told her, bitch, get out my face, not look at me, I'm suspended
Look how I'm snappin' on the beat, and I'm just sayin' how I'm livin
Don Dada Wild Child, lil' bitch, I'm the only one
I told this bitch, she the only one, now she tryna have my son
And when we spinnin' with these Glocks, bitch, you better run walk up to him
Make him open up and shoot that nigga in his tongue
Alright, bet, it's time to put shit on the floor
I took a youngin' on the drill, and that lil' boy was scared to blow
But I got some love for him, still call him my lil' bro
But he fucked up, ain't goin' on no drill with me no more
old cheap-ass nigga, you ain't never dumped shit
I'm feelin' like Chicken P, bitch, I'm tryna buss a brick
Put that shit up in the blender, press the button, watch it mix
My white girl need a 8-ball, I'ma meet you there by 6
I'm a rapper, but it's good that I still know how to grit
Cause I got somethin' to go to if I don't blow up with this shit
I slowed down on the road, now I got my fein pissed
I gave her squeez trap number like if you need it, call this
Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
On my mama, nigga
I gave her squeeze trap number like if you need it, please call this
These nigga's cheap, then a , bitch, never sold shit
You niggas got them guns, but you ain't gone blow shit
I gave her squeeze trap number like if you need it, just call this