Used 2 Dis (Live) ft. KingK Lyrics

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Talk your shit

Girls got that heat

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bro, throw it fully on this Glock, keep tryna catch a body

They mad today, can't stop me

I think these niggas plottin', fully A's and drakes, make bitches cry about em

Them niggas beefin' over chicken, it's alot around Us

Cell don't go nowhere without his skizzy

You know what he be on

If I take this Glock up out the box, it's to send you home

Money got a call from meez, We ain't talkin' on the phone

I'm just prayin' that he touch down, I hope it won't be long

Off a perk and juice, I'm feelin' medicated

Ain't in my feelings, turn a death date to a celebration

Ain't got no bitch, but got his Glock so he feel dedicated

Exclusive shit, can't trust a bitch, that's why I know they hate me

That 5th henny mixed with drugs, it got me feelin' lazy

It ain't no real up in his blood, that's cause bitches raised him

Brody died for taking perks that shit had me pacing,

Shit my feelings, they don't work, I bet they think I'm crazy

Pass the mic, the money get the trippin

Pass the mic or you can pass the stick

He got a Rollie on his wrist, let's try to cash it in

Doing a hundred in the 40, almost crashed the Benz

I got the devil at the door, ain't tryna let him in

I'm certified, go check my jacket, this a letter man

Them niggas ain't talkin' no money, they can't show them bands

Them niggas love crackin' jokes, now go pick up your mans

Niggas think they hard, get in that can and they cant throw them hands

My white boy tryna slide, he need a pair of Vans

Well that's my brother, he half black, but you get what I'm saying

These niggas bitches get the snitching they get in that jam

The p80 like peanut butter, bitch it's bound to jam

Why the fuck you talkin' out if you ain't got no stick

Was in that jam 11 months, it's time to talk my shit

The night he tried to take something, he made the list

He tried to run off with a pole, I got one on my hip

These niggas lyin' in they raps, they ain't got no skits

We'll if they do, I wonder who, cause all my niggas with it

Remember back in high school all you niggas was bitches

Now all of a sudden niggas thuggin' cause they tote them pistols

Them niggas rookies in the streets, no they ain't used to this

That bitch a get to shootin' fast, don't need a cooler kit

Might take a trip to Saks Fifth to get some newer drip

Your brother told and then you told, so nigga who a bitch

You it's not hard, don't get far

I buy new Glocky with all stock parts

I hit up Jermy with a list, make sure it's not large

Spend some drip, I got my Glock on me, she think my cock hard

An on a chase , bro take the wheel because he got bars.