Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
These niggas retarded, look what they done started, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')
White flag, red shirt (Yeah), go get a red hearse
Quick to block a pussy, all that arguin' make my head hurt (Uh)
Hear them niggas bumpin' now (What?), we'll catch 'em later (Shh)
Potato Head, got turnt to a baked potato
Heard he was a stepper, he got stepped on (Bitch)
All that motherfuckin' dissin', now his ass gettin' repped on
Way his ass was slippin', would've thought he had a vest on
Nike outlet, heard them boys put a check on him
Only reason he talkin' 'cause he Walmart, he ain't the target
Ain't no more safe shoppin', better watch out where you park it
Mya knew not to play with me (What?), Mya used to stay with me (Yeah)
Mya ass was fuckin' Rain, whole time, she wanted three
Mya want the bag, you know me, my ass too cheap
I ain't never fucked Mya, she was like a sister to me
She told 'em where I parked my van, they poppin' 'fore we parked it, nigga
Shoot from all across the street, them pussies wasn't no real killers (Pussy)
I'ma let you in on a lil' story you don't know
Push was on parole so we didn't ride with no poles (Uh-uh)
Rest in peace my nigga Crip, we slidin' for you, woe
Rest in peace my nigga Drizzy, he died 'bout Lil Dro
Okay, I'ma pop my shit for them, fuck how a nigga feel (Fuck 'em)
Cutthroat, grimy, you ain't know I used to steal
Yeah, lil' buddy rap good, I told his ass to chill (Hold up)
What's the point of goin' number one if you can't see it?
Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Look what you done started, these niggas retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')
Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Look what you done started, these niggas retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')
Dissin' on Lil Dre, left his lil' bitch-ass on 35
What he doin' over there? That boy there from the other side (Stupid)
Drop another CD, shit, he dead, I can't trip about it (Fuck)
Writing all them posts, too many likes, you gettin' hit about it
Oh, he in the ground? Two hundred thou', go and dig him out it
That nigga was trippin', he was slippin' by that black Audi (Stupid)
Every time somethin' gangster happened, he wanted to rap about it (Trap)
That nigga ain't poppin' shit, he died just for rappin' 'bout it (Trap)
Freddy, he can't rap (Rap), Freddy ass strapped (Strapped)
If the rap flop (What?), Freddy in the trap (On God)
Taggin' me in posts about a bust like I'm hurt (So?)
They don't even know I love that, that's like a shirt (3)
Freddy not an amateur (Nah), I knew how to handle it (Come here)
It really wasn't his fault, he needed a new manager (Dummy)
Hunt him like an animal, he ran out of stamina (Yoom)
Blog used my name, tryna make me turn they channel up (Turn up)
Rap game fucked up, hope they got some hustle (Hustle)
Can't sell, whip, here, hope you got some muscle (Muscle)
Better have your pistol, we ain't got no time to tussle (Oh, no, no)
Hate when niggas miss, if they hit, they get doubled (Boom)
Everybody drop a bag, love me some hot fries (Yeah)
You gon' need more than peroxide, tryna hiside
All that rappin' 'bout Saner like that ain't my side (Boy)
Talkin' 'bout he was outside, boy, your ass was inside
Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Look what you done started, these niggas retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')
Put him on a shirt, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Look what you done started, these niggas retarded, put him on a shirt (Shirt somethin')
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