Copping Out

[Intro]
(5am)
(What's good, Trou?)

[Chorus]
Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
On that South, we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
Diss on IG, get put in a wedge with JB, then lie through his teeth
Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
Got a show in the city, we poppin' out, tryna rock the spot
I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this bitch no more
Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this bitch no more

[Verse]
I need a drum with fifty, thirty ain't enough
You know you pussy, boy, stop actin' tough before I call your bluff
And I know you see this big-ass Glock hangin' out my waist 'cause I ain't got it tucked
Fucked up in the head, don't make me mad, I be so quick to bust
I got twenty Glocks in mama housе, ain't nothin' but ten of us
This .556 leave a holе in your ass, look a like a blunderbuss
We spin with sticks, you know we do that bad, stickin' these niggas tough (Boom)
That nigga gone, his mama sad, them boys can't fuck with us (Vroom)
They know I'm gon' do the dash, I'm swervin' bad off these drugs
Learned how to be a loner, I no longer need your love
No more, no more, I don't need it
Tryna hide it from the world that I been fiendin'

[Chorus]
Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
On that South, we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
Diss on IG, get put in a wedge with JB, then lie through his teeth
Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
Got a show in the city, we poppin' out, tryna rock the spot
I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this bitch no more
Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this bitch no more