[ Featuring Yung Roddo ]
Yo JJ run that shit back
Yeah Roddo bitch ya dig
Yeah yeah look
Run up on me I'mma bring out the heat
Your mans with you put the glock on his teeth
Whip out the draco, nigga what is beef?
You niggas bitches and you niggas weak
Stacking the bands I'mma get a new Patek Philippe
Feeling froggy you can leap
Rod and JJ killing shit every week
Too many bitches yeah you know they freaks
F*ck on your bitch and then bust on her sheets
Bitches always tell us that we unique
These niggas got no words they cannot speak
Walking around I'm feeling just like Meek
Smoking them runtz they got a nigga geeked
Pull up and sweep them niggas off they feet
F*ck around and put that boy in a creak
These niggas selling they soul trynna get a technique
Let that pussy nigga know you ain't sweet
You niggas better know that I don't meet
Pull up and leaving niggas in the street
Put you on a plate and nigga we eat
Your bitch had told me that she f*cking with me
Not f*cking that bitch she choking on my meat
F*ck all them bitches all them bitches cheat
Your bitch on the phone I hit her with a yeet
Your bitch in her feelings I just seen the tweet
Glock 40 and it's not under the seat
Everybody know we f*ck up the beat
Yo JJ run that shit back
Run up on me and I'm busting
Chopper gon hit and I'm f*cking your cousin
You bitch ass homies be tweaking for nothing
I'm f*cking bitches you really be loving
You f*cking bitches that I just be dubbing
She wanna f*ck me because of my hundreds
I bring up beef and you changing the subject
See us in public and you just be running
Bitch you just be going mental
I'mma run up and I'll make it suspenseful
You just be talking you driving a rental
Smoking this wood and it feel like a pencil
You are not hot, you are off of the Fetanyl
Drac to your dome and it's cold like it's metal
Strap is so black and it's hot and it's popping it feel like a kettle
Let my dogs out of the kennel
I'mma run up and it's pedal to metal
We gon run up and pedal to the metal
We just be rapping get up on our level
Nigga act crazy JJ get the metal
Talk about killers nigga we got several
Up the Glock and send your ass to the devil
.40 hit you bet you fold like a pretzel
.40 hit you bet you fold like a pretzel
I'mma make that pussy fold like a wrestle
No you ain't talking, you must be a vessel
Glock is gon bang no you do not want trebel
Talking bout how many bitches I got, know I got several
Upping the nine to his temple, beef is now settled
I do not f*ck with a female they are not special
Baby a nigga like his ass a pebble
Step on your neck it's looking like a pedal
Wet your block up these bullets go through vessels
We got some opps that we can never settle
Run up my bands and that ain't nothing special
None of you bitches can be on my schedule
Ain't no beefing we just pull up and blast you
You pussy niggas know that we gon catch you
