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Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
DJ Meech lil' bitch
Them niggas get on y'all ass
y'all play with me
like I ain't worse
Tryna gossip up the blogs like
y'all ain't said my name first
He a junkie he ain't shot
his gun yet he blame Percs
Shot a video and had a shootout
in the same shirt
What you know about popping out
and trying to hit they face first
They like Smurk
Your ass be tripping
better put your case first
Choking who I heard them
rumors niggas better play slow
I don't want no niggas
who you catch
I want the one I paid for
We on his ass he in the A
you see how long they stay for
Ain't no hotel room
we pop outside the Hyatt
with dracos
Hellcats
they get off any scene
the police chase those
Trolling ass
we shot your homie
we ain't know he can take those
If I say your name don't post
it opps be on all kind of shit
Ain't got time to watch your
page to see if niggas died or shit
I know bitches set you up
literally niggas dying to hit
In this industry
ain't what it seem
this shit be counterfeit
Ain't no lacking
she say I'm a nigga
from the trenches
with a accent
Why you asking me
who shot your homie
why you asking
You got my number
you post shit on the 'Gram
you moving backwards
You lucky I don't be doing shit
for the 'Gram you niggas cowards
Better not believe no rumors
rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on the school bus
and I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act'
I never drunk a cooler
They get your location
they might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy ass jumped
in the streets His ass a hooper
I know this shit don't matter
I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement
he gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning
wake him up
that boy a rooster Go
He took it to trial
I tried to tell him
it was stupid I knew it
They gave him so much time
his knees got weak
and he was woozy Damn
Watch the shit you say
the feds be listening
to the music Woah
And they gon' take your lyrics
and build a case and try to use it
D A dropped my murder
didn't have evidence
to prove it Nah
I think my house is haunted
yeah by who
The ghost of Pookie Woah
He ain't killed nobody
but keep rapping
about the shootings Pussy
Still ain't got revenge yet
but keep making up excuses Wow
Cuz done drank so much lean
that his gut got big
as Gucci's Lean
Told him quit while he ahead
and don't go out
like Whitney Houston Huh
He got caught without it
now they robbing him
for his rubies Woah
He wouldn't give it up
so he got buried in his Cuban
It's Gucci
Better not believe no rumors
rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on the school bus
and I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act'
I never drunk a cooler
They get your location
they might pop
outside in Ubers
When his goofy ass jumped
in the streets His ass a hooper
I know this shit don't matter
I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement
he gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning
wake him up that boy a rooster