J.O.Y Deezy - Sad Case

(Won't beef about no bitch, but I'll squabble over principles)
(How the fuck you tried to snake me for a bitch that I'd give to you?)

I won't beef about no bitch, but i'll squabble over principles (Pow, pow)
How the fuck you tried to snake me for a bitch that I'd give to you?
False claimin' bitch niggas, have your own set get rid of you
You tired to play like you was bro, that's some pussy shit a bitch would do

Huh, I don't just rap about it, I be about it nigga
My nigga come and test your luck and come and see about it nigga (Nigga)
Don't be a bitch, you want my bitch then come to me about it nigga
I know this shit gone make you mad, come squabble me about it nigga
Pressured up with other niggas, but with me y'all niggas scared straight (Bitch)
I can't trip about no bitch, she was a roller in the first place (Roller)
Callin' me bro, but niggas playin' in my damn face (The fuck?)
But I'm a get the last laugh, you niggas hoes and that's a sad case (I know)

Sad case, roller bitch she might as well walk the blade (Roller bitch)
I'm T.T.G, I'm trained to go on any day (Any day)
A roller bitch, how you run through the whole gang?
The truth hurts, ain't that the truth you the one gettin' played

These niggas pressured up, they know I got some ties behind mine
And I'll step behind my words, they know I'll die for all mine (I'd die)
These niggas pooh-butts and they pussy, I could see all the signs
I put a beam up to his face and sent 'em straight to the sky
Huh, yeah bitch
Put a blower on 'em make a fuck nigga twitch
Bitch tried to play me, she must be motherfuckin' sick
You out your mind rat hoe, you dumb dog head trick
You niggas fake pretendin', but bitch I really live this shit

Huh, that nigga talk a good one, but shit he really bitch made
This nigga talkin' big shit, but this glocky 6'8
Oh this nigga big gangster, I'm a put 'em in his place
Niggas change like a bitch, so I had to switch lanes

Yeah bitch, niggas had to change the route
Nigga talkin' hella reckless I'm a put dude in a suit
Bitch, ain't no pumpfakin' I pull the glock out I'm a shoot
He think he winnin' with the bitch, but in the end he finna lose (Nigga)
Huh, bitch I ain't trippin', we let the hoes pick and choose
And I ain't followin' shit bitch, we livin' by my rules (Nigga)
This nigga frontin' for the bitches, he just look more like a fool (Yeah)
(These bitches loser than a goose that's why I'm walkin' 'round with tools)
Why you mean muggin' nigga, when you gone come bust a move? (Nigga)
I had to up it on a nigga, he was starin' at my jewels (At my, nigga)
Yeah, bitch I know the truth but I'm a stick and play it smooth (Yeah, play it)
Man why the fuck you tryin' shake my hand?
Nigga we not cool (At all)

Huh, fuck the peace, we end the beef by leavin' niggas in the street (Dead)
I'm a cold blooded nigga, what niggas say when bitches ask 'bout me
Man fuck your dead homie he caught a shell and that was tragedy
You could do it first, I do it worse, don't be mad at me (Bitch)

(Huh, what I say?)
(Load the clip and then we come and dump
The kay)
(Shoot a opp nigga dead up in his face)
You could do it first, I do it worse, don't be mad at me

Written by:
Darrin Labriel

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