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richtribe atg - fedx lyrics

said you tryna k!ll me b+tch why i ain’t dead yet
is you crippin or cranky, he need him some bedrest
that n+ggas all cap like a kid on a headset
snitch n+gga stalkin me, i call ’em fed+ex

want you a body, then b+tch n+gga get it
you like to talk, and i’m reachin my limit
move greasy, get popped, p+ssy run like a chicken
he done got a big head i just might have to split it

act like a hoe but this sh+t not a movie dude
get you boxed up dirt not a cubicle
this sh+t in pocket is real constitutional
you must not know what the f+ck i will do to you
stomp ’em out in slippers
yall is not some hitters
glock will sock and bop and knock him out his knickеrs

hit ’em with a open hand, then thе fist
n+gga f+ck a duece
rock, paper, scissors
god+dang, i ain’t gon’ ever stop doing my thang
people hoed up on me, i stayed the same
rolled down the window and ain’t let it bang
lil n+gga not gangsta, just angry and lame

sh+t jump like shad moss
please don’t act up
and get splashed on the asphalt
i am not cool with you b+tch n+gga back off
take off his face and i don’t need no bath salt

b+tch i stay eatin, ichiraku ramen
defeat enemies, and beat ’em till he’s cryin
n+gga said that he gonna rob me
but he’s lying
shield of david on me, hangin’ and it’s shinin’

yuh, you not a opp you pest
catch you in the store
and punch you in the chest
you will get hurt i ain’t the one to test
fan ass boy, i know the b+tch obsessed
yeah you b+tchmade, you not man at all
shotty sound just like a cannonball
you rappers suck i’m not a fan of yall
i don’t think you wanna get the man involved
don’t trust the number, i won’t answer calls
that man actin out
yea he must have some gall
cuz when i back it out
and make ’em cr+p his drawls
ain’t no wishin back, b+tch this ain’t dragonball

diss me with lyrics you know you won’t act on
you never slid on no sh+t but a strap on
got him off my d+ck
and he tryna get back on
d’monta got punched, and ran
then made a bad song

cut fake n+ggas off like a blade and some b+tter
im sw+ngin my slugger
it’s makin him buffer
sh+t started to stink so i came out the gutter
them n+ggas ride d+ck
like they g+y with each other

come outside aye
come outside aye
swore to god that he was tough
and now he’s hidin’ aye
come outside, aye
come outside, aye
swore to god that he was tough
and now he’s hidin’ aye
p+ssy

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