[Verse 1] I looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross, she is a smoker If you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?) I just beat a nigga with a Neiman Marcus store bag (Thank You Fizzle) Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy, Saweetie I just made him drop it like it's hot with a micro me Niggas starin' at me like we cool, I'm not your friend The plug told me seventeen a piece, I started Paisa dancin' Mister big bank uchie face Can I hit your cup? She got hit with the stupid face This was back in my Gucci days I turned to Jet Li and got blood on my Boosie fade
[Chorus] Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter
[Verse 2] Thirty-three shots, bitch, I ain't finna fight no nigga I'ma leave him dead in the street with his iPhone 7 When I left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels He ain't dodge shit, I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger Custom-made pieces, we don't never touch the mannequin It'll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us Let me guess, this why all you niggas mad at us 'Cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up
[Chorus] Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
[Verse 3] This for any nigga tryna bogart I gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, shit What you know 'bout me? I'm out the window of the Benny like Hulk Hogy I'm a showboater And stop screamin' out my name, bitch, I don't know you, shit I'ma go pour 'em Wait 'til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion You think I'm dumb, hold up I bought ten Ace bottles and dropped the club owner, nigga I know I'm wrong, hold up My shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, shit
[Chorus] Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the micro answer Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her Brought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
