$hond That Nicca - Lab Rat

Yea, hey turn me up so I can hear this shit, you feel me
Yeah, that nigga
Yeah, big Darvin World High Life Snipe Gang member, it's Diesel
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in the lab straight cookin' up, they call me Diesel, not Dexter
At the spot breakin' down bows and we gon' smoke up the extra
I ain't been thinkin' bout no music, bitch, my mind on that cheddar
We pop at niggas like a quiz, so you gon' fail if you test us
Fuck the opps, they aint on shit, you know I'm 4L to death
My lil nigga had the drop, but we pulled up, he wasn't there
He gotta keep somebody with him, he can't move by himself
I walk alone, can't be misled, bitch, I'm a goon by myself
Your friends gon' turn to enemies, but you should already know that
I get caught, ain't sayin' shit,
I'm layin' down like a floor mat
Dropping dick and then I dip, ain't got no time for the romance
I'm a nonchalant nigga, but I can snap like a Kodak
And when I take off with this shit, it ain't no stoppin' a nigga
And I wish a nigga would, like I got boxes of splinters
Im 1K, cross out the fake and multiply by the realer
Heart of a lion in this bitch, and I'll box a gorilla
Bitch, I'ma stand on what I say, cause what I say, bitch, I mean
We come through swangin' with them choppers like that bitch got a sling
Yeah, I'm the calm one out the clique, but I'll dive in your shit
Hop in that steamer head first, ain't no survivin' the blitz
You know we ignorant wit' it,
plus we'll die for this shit
Young nigga paper chasin', fuck tryna, we gotta get rich
We done came up, fuck you mean, I'm poppin' my shit
Young nigga, we done came up, from poppin' them licks
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Straight fuck a nigga, cause you knowin' I dont fell em'
Most of them snakes, watch how they throwin' out venom
He act a ass, guess what I'm showin' out with him

Written by:
Shondeveion Gunn

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