Stop Dissin

RTB, ****

****

Real Trench Baby, realer than bitches

Realer than hoes, all that shit ****, gang gang

Fuck is you talking 'bout, ****?

The fuck you think this is, boy?

I'll have them **** chilling at yo' crib, boy

Get yo' ass barbecued, bullets to yo' ribs, boy

We be really smoking on the opps, ain't no cigs, boy

You would never catch them trench babies with them pigs, boy

It's loud as fuck and I'm high as hell, you smoking mid, boy

I ain't playing with games with ****, only with my kids, boy

Yeah, I pray to God repent for sins that I did, boy

Oh, because I'm rich I got it made, right?

Oh, you a Don? Have them pouring Perignon at yo' gravesite

Kells whipped out Drac' on yo' ass, you got stage fright

I been dropping bows on my ****, this a cage fight

It's some demons hanging 'round my crib, ****, you gotta sage twice

A hunnid hoes walking 'round my crib, I'm the Flavor Flav type

Fuck around and get to sliding in the A, because you brave, right?

My K give a **** bald head, say we shaved lice

Oh shit, ****

I gotta bag from the plug, but I'm the plug, bitch, I'm Franklin Saint

Yeah, boy, we make the snow fall, ****, say we can't

All these guns on me, I'm a soldier boy, boy, don't make me crank

My bitch bad as hell, light-skinned, she gon' make me shake

I just poured a fo' of wockesha, you can't make me drank

If it's fight night, a left and right, right? You should've named me Tank

I got 223's, I feel like Like Mike, this shit'll make me great

Naw, naw, naw

We got K's and switchy switchy, man, this shit is getting iffy

Before I ever drink some Par, I'll prolly drink a fifth of Trishy

I got to my destination and had to turn around, forgot the blicky

We smoking dead ****, I filled the Backwood with sticky-sticky

No, bitch, I don't want you

Why you on my head? You Icky Vicky

Tryna Minaj you with yo' other Barbie friends, it's giving Nicki

My top hater tryna switch bodies with me, he Lil Dicky

It's Freaky Friday, recruit a couple hoes, they screaming, "Pick me"

Oh my God!