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[Verse 1: Jazz]
For all these motherfuckers who keep on sneak dissing
Teach em the limit when they fucking tweeting
Think your now safe cause your DP ain’t you
One false move easily spotted cause I got bare man in my crew
But my accent ain’t here, talk how I want to
Twitter ain’t my thing, Im all about my Instagram
No smoking or drinking, dont fuck with instant grams
Got so many social media likes that Im feeling that
But when I double tap in you, your heart just cracked
Role around the streets, hunt like a wolf pack
Ain’t no lone wolf in here, we all got our backs
Its time to find out where the fuck these goofies hiding at
Its the ones that show off how their lives are so whack
We find your asses and close you down like a windows tab
Dodging bullets side to side, like im a fucking crab
But I dont post my sides or my motherfucking abs
Show the whole body so my enemies know what they looking at
None of those gay ass captions, thats how young thug acts
Boasting bout visiting places with that GPS
Dumb ass baited where you at, ima find you quick an knock you off the map
Following steps, they be wearing that all black
Shuting you all down, now you all black
And motherfucking red, blood flowing like how my rhymes are read
Its what you asked and begged this drama causes witnesses to pretend
Im like 2pac keeping up his trend, once you return back home Im at your ends
Keep haters watching till the end, those who survive witness my finger on the trig bend
You lot know how my flow is great and cold
An my shit drops hot like a hard drive on a roll
Ain’t no lowkey, Ill be viral fuck being a troll
Flip these junnangies close em like a laptop fold
Ferragamo still look good even when they get old
Stays close onto me, always keep it on hold
Pussy Boys getting wet over these hoes (hose)
But Ill sort that out, spray till you get soaked
Now these bitches on my line, waiting to be phoned
Voice sounds alright, put it to the test when they start to moan
Skype em quick, see if they have a pair of tits an ass owned
Eat that ass like a dog till i get that thing boned
Strangers or old mates, test their true state, act like I dont know
Claim they rappers nooo you ain’t, you want my money owned
Go get get your own
Only thing tight at the moment are my soft versace clothes
Dont try to impress by acting hard, Ill give you the look now you stoned
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