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[Yung LOSH]:
Diamonds on me when I hit the block, call that Minecraft
Try and grab for it, might have to let the 9 blast
Only lighting gas, dawg, you be on that pinegrass
I just copped a ziplock. What you got? a dimebag?
Stunted on him right in front of his woman, that was my bad
What's shining on my wrist, frozen cold, it's like an ice bag
If he competition, we gon' flip him like a light switch
12 vs 1, hella guns, we don't fight with fists..
Niggas hating, but won't say it 'less it's in a text
Next time we see him on the block, I hope he in a vest
Money talks, you try to talk, the money interject
You try to walk it how I walk it, need some bigger legs..
Nigga yea..
[NatGeo Myles]:
Sipping on that wok while I'm in the Dirty South
Tell ya whole gang to watch they mouth
Bitch I pull up and I'm spraying like some bugs under the couch
Diamonds on my fist, you know I had to rock em out
I need it... I need it....I need it
Can you believe it? Why can't you see it?
If you're true to your word, you better bleed it
Validation from you niggas, I don't need it
Throwing up these bars like I'm a bulimic
I'm itching for the dough, man, I'm really fiending
My life a motion picture, surprised you never seen it..
I came through, took your girl again... I can't believe it..
I can't believe it.. I can't believe
[Yung LOSH]:
Can't believe it.. but we need it
We need that.. come on with it
Look, we said we need it, come to take it all 'til it's depleted
You corny, tryna save the game, we wiped it, it's deleted
I'm smoking morning, day, and evening, you could say I'm fiending
You play the game you play it right or you'll get seated
Yup
[NatGeo Myles]:
Steady moving through the trap, just like a mouse
I'm always on the move so I never bought a house
I'm hooping like I'm Mike but I'm bossing like I'm Krause
I got asthma, so I had to get up off the couch
I'm barely breathing.. I'm barely breathing.. I'm barely..
[Yung LOSH]:
Huh, you tossing disses at us? Pop up with a missing status
You ain't with the static, might just wanna quit the chatter
You try to touch me or my brother then you getting splattered
You getting wiped right off the map like you didn't matter
Just say the word we beefin, guarantee we eating
Who need? I need it. We need it. We need it. I'm fiending
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