Message Back Pt 2

[Verse 1: Wal Blixk]
Bitch, I walk in the spot and I loot it
Heard you jackin’ the 5 then I boomed it, like
Smokin’ on who? What we doin’?
You ain’t bend 25th is you stupid?
See Kenzo I’m bendin’ that strip
He wit’ his brother, I’m uppin’ that bitch
Look, Nazzy all in my spliff with Mez, [?] cool with the [?]
Look, TG not on nothin’
Ask around, yeah, I really be buggin’, like
Yeah, I threw at your cousin
Ask Yagi, yeah, I upped it in public
JB got hit in his neck he was bluffin’
Last Jet that we caught it was somethin’
Back out, reload, keep dumpin’
He got hit in his leg he still runnin’
Don’t run, he silly
You know Lexie always comin’ wit’ me
On the Pro lookin’ for a Billy
Niggas on dick dissin’ on the Shiggy’s
Don’t run, don’t trip
SetDaTrend, I’m smokin’ on Rip
If he trip, he sick
Up close walk up in his shit
Dissin’ Nick y’all thought it was cute
I’m wit’ Judah he ready to oot
I cannot wait ‘til I catch C Blu
Turn to Rey, I’m ready to hoop, gang
We gon’ give ‘em the boot
You need a hit tryna be in my loop
Get back gang, we ready to broom
It’s Lots to fhe Floxks when I step in the room, gang
Fuck NasEBK
You got robbed and ain’t do a thing
Tell ‘em stay in they lane
Thirty shots when I bend the Rey
Back to Brooklyn in the Bay
Floxk at Koney, get it in [?]
Get you lined by my sister Tay
Tell her link them niggas, niggas gon’ pay

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
Spot an opp, I’ma click, reload
Throwin’ shots and they dip, free throw
Top one shotta feelin’ like D. Rose
Hoodied up, masked up, better be low
Niggas pussy, they link for protection
NasEBK better keep him a weapon
After Rip they ain’t learnin’ they lesson
Fuck it, we spinnin’ through 5th to the Sev then
TG got caught in the store, wasn’t on shit
Niggas pussy so we playin’ offence
Tell Nas stop rappin’ that nonsense
Nigga shit dirt, Kay Flock made ‘em all lit
Top five of this shit I’m the goat
I’m rappin’ but if niggas slidin’ I’ma throw
Niggas said they gon’ slide but they won’t
My opps got cancer ‘cause they don’t want smoke
Tell all the opps get off Nick dick, you use to be fanned out stop frontin’
They never ran down, did nothin’
If he don’t lay down, keep dumpin’, like
Keep dumpin’ that shit
Lord know I go dumb wit’ that shit
I might just up it in public and shit
Them niggas runnin’ and duckin’ and shit, like
Get the addy to the function on the way we gon’ loot it up
In the Bay or the Floss, either way we gon’ boom it up
What he say? It’s gon’ cost, nigga better keep a ruger tucked
Dior died, shit changed, they ain’t slide, they ain’t doin’ much