[Intro: Ladell Parks]
What's up Woo
Deadline mixtape
What's up Trey
Y'all ready to do this sh**
That's that sh** I don't like freestyle n***a
LPI records
[Verse 1: Ladell Parks]
I make ya cry
I make ya cry
I'll stab your a** right in your eye
I'll f** with you, I'll make you bleed
Just like Assa**in's Creed
I'm still on this, I never fell off
Why because I had to cough
People say they want me to snap
I wanna snap, I wanna [?]
Ugh I'm snapping now
Somebody please take a bow
Why is somebody milking a cow
I think I need to calm down
My blood is high now
Why now
Bye now
I'm leaving you for dead now
Go and kiss my a** now
What up Joe
I heard you were picking on lil Moe
Why you do that sh** for
Is because you is a hoe
No Joe please say it ain't so
The n***a was crying because I know you was lying
I'm flying
To the sky and
While saying
That's that sh** I don't like
That's that th-
I don't like
That's that sh** I don't
That that that
I don't like
Go go go
[Verse 2: Lil Woo]
That paper that we don't like
Getting money that's on strikes
All goons that's with me n***a
All goons that's gone bite
n***a don't be talking mike
Hit you up and that's on my life
All goons that's on dike
And these n***as don't k** night ah
These n***as k** for life
They k** for rice
AK-47 n***as riding on
On crome bikes
All goons that's with me n***a
Maybach that's music n***a
All goons on chi-town
These n***as don't really cool n***a
I don't work with them fake n***as
f** with them fake b**hes
Out there [?] all goons to them n***as gonna take my rich
Raw dens, [?] these n***as soft like call den
They smell like sardines that nasty I don't like
All goon meet you
You n***as don't really know me
Talking about you n***as ball
I ain't even seen sh**
Call me light cream b**h
Get some money that's eating sh**
Need some f**ing shade
Get some f**ing sunscreen b**h
All goon, n***a don't get up off my dick
Side to the side n***a that sit
That's some b**h and some chicks
All on the side, on my ride, and they gonna ride for a n***a
Cause when you got money, he got them figures
Yeah that'll for a n***a
10 stacks will make her s** my dick
Getting money that's eek
Cause she don't really trip
That's the sh** I like
Money form the sike
A n***a catch feelings
That's that sh** I don't like
Ah coppa to the money imma hit a spida
Riding in that cream call it like a spider
All riders, all bikers
Tats on they arm like they f**ing biking
Motorcycles, bikecycles all cyphers
More mika, poon dikas
She got them panties strikas
Call me when you want that dick
[Verse 3: Trell]
Yo b**h she think she stuntin
f** that b**h she gunning
Tell yo b**h throw back
Cause I'm f**ing on it
I don't like that b**h
She a f**ing snitch
So when I see yo b**h
Tell her I don't f**ing like her
I don't f**ing like her
I don't f**ing like her
Yo b**h a** n***a
I don't f**ing like her
So when you tell your girl
That I really like her
Imma be like sike that b**h a siker
Recycle your b**h
Throw it back
She know who it be
It's that gold plaque
I go hard
To them weak n***as
Go hard throw it back
Like them treat n***as
Some n***as in the back
Looking like they [?]
Them them n***as I don't really like
Fake n***as, them them n***as I don't like
Real n***as that's that sh** I don't like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya boy sound like he dead
But come up and imma show him what he said
Them fake a** dreads boy
You a lad boy
I tell your b**h to turn her back like the red boy
She wanna turn her back
I seen a Cali boy
The Cali boy is a k**a
Like a villa
Call that n***a Trey Murph a f**ing n***a
So when I come up
I don't like myself
I don't like you
And I don't like her
So b**h I don't give a f** what you trying to think
Yo b**h go hard, and she p**y f**ing stink
So make it official
Like a ref with a whistle
Hold it on a fact and that's a f**ing [?]
[Outro: Trell]
A
Know what I'm saying
Don't like
Know what I'm saying
n***as out here
Thinking they on some other sh**
But you know
That's that sh** I don't like
Know what I'm saying
Know what I'm saying
Chief Keef
That's that sh** I don't like
Know what I'm saying
f** boy