Aint Hiding

Say Joe, turn me up bitch

It's Dumb

Go tell that **** Ian hiding, I'll send a opp bitch to the sky

Tell that **** test his luck, that **** try then he gone die

**** diss but not outside, bitch I'm tryna make you fly

You gone be a dead pigeon if he ever try to slide

I got my mask it's broad day, I go swerving where he stay

So many shots ripped through his shit, yea I know it's doa

Yea you can run, yea do the race

But you can't hide I eat yo face

Big ole shark up in the waters, you can't swim get out my way

I kick the bitch up out my home, yea you bad but you can't stay

Bitch I'm tryna catch a play, run up them bands, put it in they face

Ian never had shit, so bitch you bet not fucking play

I up the cutter now he erased, I did that bad but it's okay

**** shot up my old house, I woke up like where my K

Bitch I'm tryna send one up, put him right there in the grave

He tried to run but it's to late, this like a maze you can't escape

You gone meet a early grave, I bring them choppas where you lay

Bitch I'm posted in that back, you need to come a get a pack

Smoking all these dead ****, Ian gone lie this shit here thrax

Leland town that's where I'm at, catching plays and clutching straps

**** come to where I'm at, then imma lay that **** back

Bookoo K's and Bookoo Switches, bitch you bout to get yo issue

All that stunting for that gram, knowing damn well you ain't with it

And this for that **** khi, bitch you knowing that Imma getchu

Ian gone lie you did that bad, but when I catch you that's yo ass

Run him down like fuck a mask, bitch I'm tryna leave you assed

**** better have they shit together, when I see you imma dump the mag

Out my mind bitch imma flash, all they say I did that bad

Like fuck a case, bitch imma crash

These **** rolling off them perks, cock it back you hear that burst

Five Five Sixes ripping through yo shit, this ain't no fucking nerf

You **** scared well go to church, I'm like the devil but I'm worst

**** need to close they mouth, why, cause all they do is chirp

Out my mind bitch I'm insane, bitch I'm tryna touch yo brain

**** telling on they own potnas, Ian lying that shit a shame

I touch that money I won't change Forever standing with my gang

No switching up cause that's my manes, on gang

Bitch I got my fucking strap, I up that bitch he bet not play

He talking tough he meet my K, I walk him down and eat face

When I touch down, run up that bag **** know I'm jugging bad

**** know I'm catching plays, get all my money I'm moving fast

Yea **** know what up big Two K Trey shit

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