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[Intro]
(You've tried everything!)
3-2-B (Deep, deep) (Not yet)
20 deep, bitch ass, nigga (I've got one more card to play– to play)
They keep stealin my mufuckin'...
My mufuckin' flow, stealin my mufcukin' adlib (3-2-8, 3-2-8, nigga)
They stealin my whole style (Whole lotta Swoop shit bitch ass, nigga)
I gotta switch that shit up, whole lotta Swoop shit
Ay, I released 32 birds all they know is Swoop

[Chorus]
Ya heard me? Bi-Bitch
Yall nigga keep stealin' my sound
ARP make him get on the ground (You've tried everything!)
Red tips, the clip got a crown (Not yet)
On the hill, leave Pint' on the mound (I've got one more card to play)
Spray the block up, these niggas gone drown
Take hollow's Kriss Vect', make him frown
You not trappin you get a allowance
Fuck a blade, we is totin' sticks nigga
Rockin' Polo, throw on Tommy Hilfiger
Leave hero stiff, action figure
Heard that shitty diss, ain't rocking with ya'
Come trim wit this stick, paint a picture
Q50, I'm playin' with switches
Hm
I ain't even fuckin' wit niggas
That's yo' BM? that lil ho ill flip her
3-2-B, I could shoot wit no dribble
Servin' dawg with a lil' bit of kibble
Play with Swoop, I send 5 at yo' temple
In his face he get pressed like a pimple
Slam this metal to yo' face, this ain't cymbals
Get to shootin, like, jump out the window

[Bridge]
(Nigguh)
Ay, lemme show you some shit you can't copy fuck-nigga

[Verse 2]
Uh, I-, uh
I keep rollin', got bad habits
My uncle a thief and a crack addict
Can't tuck the stick, Imma backpack it
Never fold, she wan fuck like a jackrabbit
I'm psych, like put on a straitjacket
Bitch boujee but ain't in my tax bracket
Put drum on the stick like a tennis racket
3-2-B bitch, I ain't false flaggin'
Goin fast on the turn gotta Scat-drag it
Keep the fye on my hip, bitch, I'm not lackin'
ARP, skinny jeans, got my pants saggin'
Call em up, 28 niggas back-bag him
You went ghost when I slide in that Phantom
Don't want pop, might fuck 'round and slam him
All red in yo crib like I'm Santa (You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war?)
I peanut butter that bitch ain't no jammer, uh (Okay)
She eat the dick, where yo' manners?
Pourin' green lines, sippin on Gamma
Link up wit Chop', pop out in Atlanta
You see the light, get lit like a lantern
He see the blood gushin' out, he gon' panic
Put horns on, shit lookin satanic

[Chorus]
Ya heard me? Bi-Bitch
Yall nigga keep stealin' my sound
ARP make him get on the ground
Red tips, the clip got a crown
On the hill, leave Pint' on the mound
Spray the block up, these niggas gone drown
Take hollow's Kriss Vect', make him frown
You not trappin' you get a allowance
Fuck a blade, we is totin' sticks nigga
Rockin' Polo, throw on Tommy Hilfiger
Leave hero stiff, action figure
Heard that shitty diss, ain't rocking with ya'
Come trim wit this stick, paint a picture
Q50, I'm playin' with switches
Hm
I ain't even fuckin' wit niggas
That's yo' BM? that lil ho' I'll flip her
3-2-B, I could shoot wit no dribble
Servin' dawg with a lil' bit of kibble
Play with swoop, I send 5 at yo' temple
In his face he get pressed like a pimple
Slam this metal to yo' face, this ain't cymbals
Get to shootin', like, jump out the window
Niggas duckin' the stick like it's Limbo
Huffin' that gas shit, helpin' my mental

[Outro]
3-2
These- (3-2-28)
These niggas still- still stealin' my mufucking flows, my mufucking sound, my mufucking- (3-28, 3-3-28, 3-20, 3-28, 3-2-28, 3-28, 3-2)
They can have it nigga, yall niggas my sons (Yall-Yall know it's allat)
Old bird (It's allat, Hrrr)
Call that shit a rebirb (You've tried everything!)
Frrrt
Not yet, I have one more card to play– to play