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[Hook]
You little puppies got a long leash
And you Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
You fucked up if you thought shit would be good
After you crossed me; homie you Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
And I ain’t ever had this type of shit escalate
But if you really want it with your boy, then I’m a demonstrate
Y’all keep pushing me you’ll see my hate emanate
Fuck you, I’m ready 24/7 everyday
[Verse 1]
First off, fuck you bitch and that click you claim
„Real Crackheadz” should be y’all new official name
And I ain’t phased by none of the fucking shit you say
You bitch made, you ain’t hard and you gits don’t bang
Ain’t no gangs out in Bradenton, so why you fakin’ then?
And why you trying to rap, you fucking pussy? You ain’t made for this
The moment that I seen you in real life, knew you was fake as shit
Let’s talk beef, call me weed cause I’m a fade you bitch
I know you won’t smoke me, so put your gun down
And fight me hand-to-hand like a man you little phony
I know that you can’t scrap, I seen your video with
Flash G and that shit looked exactly like a fight with cats
The anger in my past, I’ve detached from
But now you wanna flap your dicksucker mo’fucka? I’m ’bout to act up
And snap on this wack ass fag trying to act tough
Scared of that one-on-one that’s why you want your back up
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Fuck around and get blood on my knuckles
Cause you chumps ain’t a blood but you love to be frontin’
Y’all look like Malibu’s Most Wanted
You need to watch your fucking tone cause that beef, boy you don’t want it
And why you call yourself „TBird”?
The only Bird I fucking know of is my boy Austin Thebert
And Destini, you think this fuck boy’s the original?
If you truly believe that, you must have drowned in a kiddie pool
When you were younger, I got some news about this motherfucker
He ain’t original, he’s just a mothafuckin’ sucker
You think you’re hard cause you broke into my parent’s crib?!
How come you didn’t try it when I lived there, ya bitch?!
Cause I’d have put you in a body bag
But the next time I see you, I’ll beat your ass I promise that
211=187’s simply based on facts
I ain’t about to spend my life in prison cause I killed your ass
[Hook 2]
But you can call me Michael Vick when you cross me
That’s what you dogs get for Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
An ass beating is in store since you wronged me
You’ll get the whole supply of it for Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
Catch these fists like a frisbee or a dog treat
That’s what you dogs get for Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
Real Crackaz ain’t shit, bet they all sweet
Y’all don’t want beef, bitch you Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree
[Outro]
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