RAPPER DIS HOLY QURAUN Pt. 2 Lyrics

SLIDIN' down your block, in a armored truck

If this was G-Unit, I'd be 50 Cent, not Young Buck

Kodak Black, had Joe the Boat

But I feel sorry for Kodak, back up on that dope

NBA stuck on house arrest, but I feel sorry

Cause that nigga still ain't did no shows yet

Lil' Dirk, he was in a rage

But when he went crazy

King Vine got killed in Atlanta

He died, he's braids

I can't get it in, so I be outside

Since the fourth grade

Nigga Drake had OVO

But it's fucked up, cause he ain't got no artists though

This bitch want her feet done

But I'm starin' at her camel toe

Meek Mill had a deal, he was poppin' for real

Til' Rick Ross ain't wanna give up none of his big mills

Literally never lost weight, ain't give up no meals

If you expect him to catch me in a race

Jesus take the wheel

I wanted to sign the wayne, but that nigga lame

BG just got out, and he still sayin' his name

Honeycomb can't stay free

That nigga must hate the streets

If you think he was Pablo

He'll get him for Ten a key

But he not on the road

Trappin from Memphis to Tennessee

I been on the road from New York

Like a volunteer to drinkin Hennessy

I just got a foreign bitch from out of the embassy

And I know she in love with me

Cause niggas envy me

I been ballin', I should really get the ENVY P (mvp)

But she not in love with me

I don't think she into me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You can't get it out of me

I feel sorry for these rappers

Cause they not poppin' G

I put one of you niggas really back in my trunk

I ain't finna fall off this shit like my name Lil Pump

Matter fact, I ain't up in your girl

R.L.P. to the legend, his name was Juice WRLD

Matter fact, I finna swerve

And I got hit the curb

Had to go into the feds like my name G Herb

I get this shit on top, my niggas stackin' they guap

I shoot with my eye open like a fety wop

Man, this some new verses

Puttin' them rappers in hearses

I will put a lot of curses on you niggas in verses

If you keep talkin' bout BJ

I'll put this on replay

I can shoot your ass a 3way if I'm talkin' bout DJ

He'll play this in the club when we start throwin' them dubs

Niggas don't wanna see us cause niggas know what's up

Yeah, yeah, and we out

It's G424

If a rap say somethin' bout me

Then I'm gon' kick in, it's door

Gas in my system

We out, bitch