Opp Pack (DDG Diss)

[Intro: Prettyboyfredo]
You want the attention, so fuck it (Dejaneiro)
I'm bringing the smoke lil' nigga
This DDG pack that I'm smoking
It got me moon walking on niggas (Rah)
This .45 I'm toting, it's loaded (Loaded)
So we is not arguing nigga (Nah)

[Chorus: Prettyboyfredo]
Oh, for real?
I told him to pull up, he sat back and read it
He cuffing these thots, boy, you know you regret it
No time for no tweeting, we won't even message
Got smoke in the air and I can't wait to un-let it
And you knew the killer, how the fuck you ain't ride?
You touch one of mine, Imma spray for the guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys, this DDG pack for all of my guys

[Verse 1: Prettyboyfredo & Swift Quis]
2 or 3 hoes stepping in the Lamborghini (In the Lamborghini)
(Yeah)
I'm riding round New York with a chopper right beneath me
Real rock star, yeah, you niggas wanna be me
His bitch just called, said she can't wait to see me (See me)
(Yeah)
He really fell in love with Rubi she a treesh
(Streets)
Niggas start talking when they get a deal
Go check the stats, man, I been had a mill
My net worth so high, my shit sit on the Hills
You niggas fell off, we don't care what you bought

[Verse 2: Prettyboyfredo]
He all on the 'Gram tryna flex with a watch
Shots are direct, so we make sure you drop
Niggas be broke, all they can do is talk
Fredo like Kobe, I'm Shaq with block
Blueface [?], he made your shit pop
No time to waste, so don't DM to box

[Verse 3: Swift Quis]
She tried to kiss me, not loving no thot
Don't cuddle no bitch, I cuddle my Glock

[Chorus: Prettyboyfredo]
Oh, for real?
I told him to pull up, he sat back and read it
He cuffing these thots, boy, you know you regret it
No time for no tweeting we won't even message
Got smoke in the air and I can't wait to un-let it
And you knew the killer, how the fuck you ain't ride?
You touch one of mine, Imma spray for the guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys

[Verse 4: Prettyboyfredo]
I went to your hood, shot a vid on your block
(All of my guys)
I asked if they knew you
Them niggas ain't know you I guess they forgot
(All of my guys)
Ashley a hoe
That bitch for the streets, she only good for the top
(All of my guys)
The fuck is a Dub?
I went to the store and spent that on my socks
(All of my guys)
Nigga don't play
I'll come to L.A and I'm spinning the block with
(All of my guys)
(All of my guys)
(All of my guys)

[Verse 5: Swift Quis]
Oh, for real?
He disrespect and get hit with the steel
Not sparing niggas, so fuck how you feel
They screaming "It's beef", put him straight on a grill
We came from the bottom while niggas be talking
I see why they mad, 'cause we up and we popping
Flew to New York for a bag to go shopping
Smoking these niggas, that shit just like broccoli
Stay with my niggas, I know they gone ride with me
Balling on niggas, this shit like a hobby
Just like a picture, he said he gone crop me
If I come to L.A, tell me who gonna stop me

[Outro: Prettyboyfredo]
Oh, for real?