These niggas sneak dissin
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Brodie spinning in the coupe
I can't do nun less than a suv
Hop on ninety-five
I'm taking off
Racing wit Marqui
I'm hanging out the drop top
Like ayye bro put some gas in it
Yea I got two gats
My bro naked
So I passed ah stick
Way she suck my dick
I can tell that she a nasty bitch
Hopped inside track
They like where the gmc
Man I just crashed the shit
Don't know you
It's eighty for a eighth
From the county
Charge you eighty for the trip
It's just a dub for the eighth
Hit one-fifty in a straight
He got a legas
Told bro go again
This gas ain't from the states
We have them bitches bring the packs in
Throw that switchy on the glocky
That's only way we keeping up
Tell my bitch I love her
It's not my fault
The casamigos made me cheat on her
If bro f*ck up the play
He off the team
I got my shooter and my post up
We been running three man weaves
I cracked a couple opp bitches
From the other side
They say we ain't playin fair
Them hoes gon say f*ck they own guys
If You throw dick in them right
These niggas sneak dissin
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Palm angels on my back
Just like rell I'm to the fashion
I might up in this dior
Amiri jeans
Mannequin packin
Members only
Do it for the guys
If you ain't seven hundred
One-fifty or NV
You ain't tied
I been Riding round with killers
All my niggas got the same eyes
Ion even gotta tell bro go again
He spinning til we die
Everybody smoking on they own pound
We use to share the same zip
Everybody got they own gun
Used share the same grip
Used F*ck hoes in the trap
We got motion still on the same shit
I'm a gangster
But In the party
Man I'm still gon
Do the hips
They want us on a Rico
F*ck the law
I'm on Stevie time
Bitch I ain't see shit
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
T Sea Villano - Got Me F'd Up Lyrics
T Sea Villano - Got Me F'd Up Lyrics
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These niggas sneak dissin
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Brodie spinning in the coupe
I can't do nun less than a suv
Hop on ninety-five
I'm taking off
Racing wit Marqui
I'm hanging out the drop top
Like ayye bro put some gas in it
Yea I got two gats
My bro naked
So I passed ah stick
Way she suck my dick
I can tell that she a nasty bitch
Hopped inside track
They like where the gmc
Man I just crashed the shit
Don't know you
It's eighty for a eighth
From the county
Charge you eighty for the trip
It's just a dub for the eighth
Hit one-fifty in a straight
He got a legas
Told bro go again
This gas ain't from the states
We have them bitches bring the packs in
Throw that switchy on the glocky
That's only way we keeping up
Tell my bitch I love her
It's not my fault
The casamigos made me cheat on her
If bro f*ck up the play
He off the team
I got my shooter and my post up
We been running three man weaves
I cracked a couple opp bitches
From the other side
They say we ain't playin fair
Them hoes gon say f*ck they own guys
If You throw dick in them right
These niggas sneak dissin
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Palm angels on my back
Just like rell I'm to the fashion
I might up in this dior
Amiri jeans
Mannequin packin
Members only
Do it for the guys
If you ain't seven hundred
One-fifty or NV
You ain't tied
I been Riding round with killers
All my niggas got the same eyes
Ion even gotta tell bro go again
He spinning til we die
Everybody smoking on they own pound
We use to share the same zip
Everybody got they own gun
Used share the same grip
Used F*ck hoes in the trap
We got motion still on the same shit
I'm a gangster
But In the party
Man I'm still gon
Do the hips
They want us on a Rico
F*ck the law
I'm on Stevie time
Bitch I ain't see shit
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Brodie spinning in the coupe
I can't do nun less than a suv
Hop on ninety-five
I'm taking off
Racing wit Marqui
I'm hanging out the drop top
Like ayye bro put some gas in it
Yea I got two gats
My bro naked
So I passed ah stick
Way she suck my dick
I can tell that she a nasty bitch
Hopped inside track
They like where the gmc
Man I just crashed the shit
Don't know you
It's eighty for a eighth
From the county
Charge you eighty for the trip
It's just a dub for the eighth
Hit one-fifty in a straight
He got a legas
Told bro go again
This gas ain't from the states
We have them bitches bring the packs in
Throw that switchy on the glocky
That's only way we keeping up
Tell my bitch I love her
It's not my fault
The casamigos made me cheat on her
If bro f*ck up the play
He off the team
I got my shooter and my post up
We been running three man weaves
I cracked a couple opp bitches
From the other side
They say we ain't playin fair
Them hoes gon say f*ck they own guys
If You throw dick in them right
These niggas sneak dissin
Dickhead go and pick yo gun up
This hoe think I need her
You a skeezer
Bitch you the one that lucked up
We did a drill
And bro ain't shoot
He got me f*cked up
Texting niggas that you got a man
Bitch you cheating
Got me f*cked up
Palm angels on my back
Just like rell I'm to the fashion
I might up in this dior
Amiri jeans
Mannequin packin
Members only
Do it for the guys
If you ain't seven hundred
One-fifty or NV
You ain't tied
I been Riding round with killers
All my niggas got the same eyes
Ion even gotta tell bro go again
He spinning til we die
Everybody smoking on they own pound
We use to share the same zip
Everybody got they own gun
Used share the same grip
Used F*ck hoes in the trap
We got motion still on the same shit
I'm a gangster
But In the party
Man I'm still gon
Do the hips
They want us on a Rico
F*ck the law
I'm on Stevie time
Bitch I ain't see shit
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
Dash say like two hundred
F*ck it
This a fast life
Skrrt off on twelve
Can't leave the crib without my pipe
Writer: Quincy Harris
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