jollymood (prod. strangeology)

rp 30 in his system
caught em out, so we just bitch em
look around, I'm tryna catch him
he so big no way we miss him
pop out now
speed blitz
I foul hard they blow that whistle
oxycodone pills pressed
I need money, drugs, sex
try hard thug, good act
come up pull up
stand back
she just wanna fuck
she call me a snack
I'm back in the city
bullets bust out the mac
you makin remarks
nigga thinkin you slick
bullets enter the front, then leave out the back

nigga runnin his mouth, what do you mean?
ian pickin no sides, but you pickin the teams
ugh, drank head he off lean
ugh, downtown in the bean
ion know why she say I'm mean
take control nigga I'm so geeked
you a broke nigga and I peeped ya
bullets comin out the glock so you see
woods so good it came from a mystical tree
add a 45 to the end of my g
beat yo ass if you fuck up nigga
wahwahwahwah, shut the fuck up nigga
and you broke as fuck get your funds up nigga
raise your hands if you're a bitch
put your hands up nigga
tryna rob you nigga
tried to pull dat stunt,
got an std from a dirty ass smut
I pray that don't happen to me
ugh, s t d
ugh, s t d
dumb bitch got cte, eug-eugh
bitch I might just eugh
I think that it's eugh
she got on sum eughh
he sleep wit dem bugs
nigga need a hug
jus put a.. 

rp 30 in his system
caught em out, so we just bitch em
look around, I'm tryna catch him
he so big no way we miss him
pop out now
speed blitz
I foul hard they blow that whistle
oxycodone pills pressed
I need money, drugs, sex
try hard thug, good act
come up pull up
stand back
she just wanna fuck
she call me a snack
I'm back in the city
bullets bust out the mac
you makin remarks
nigga thinkin you slick
bullets enter the front, then leave out the back, bitch

noway prod murfee

Uh, uh, fuck a fast flow
She say I'm a asshole
Did that to the last hoe
Swing the fye' like lasso
I ran off on the plug, bro
We ran, but he chased
I push the whip, get out my way
That lil' ass nine we carry K's
He upped the fye' on me, touché
We take his ball, that's twok
She fucked his bitch, she go both ways

Action, I got it, record it
Why my voice sound so distorted
That's ya new fye, damn bitch, let me hold it
ARP wit' a new stock and it fold
You spend ya' money on hoes

I spend my money on fashion
Chase his ass down
Caught em' out bad then we laughin
Drugs in my system, don't know what I'm seein

Pop out, mask up, you know that I'm reapin
I'm ready to touchdown, ready to take down
You got set up by a hoe you a clown
Don't do friends, cause half of them fake now

All of that dissin' your life in my hands now
I'm decidin' your fate
Take you down with the Glock or the Drac
Tryna save him, I guess it's too late

Hella' hoes tryna tell me I ain't
Pullin' up to the function real late
Got this fye, better watch what you say
I got somethin' to ruin your day

Deal my cards, better watch how I play
Internet beef, you a pussy
Better watch how you talk, goofy
Corn ball, pussy bitch

Stupid hoe, fuck nigga
Lame hoe, lame nigga
Insane hoe, plain hoe
He a stain hoe
Stay at home, lil' broke hoe

Fuck a fast flow
She say I'm a asshole
Did that to the last hoe
Swing the fye' like lasso
I ran off on the plug, bro
We ran, but he chased
I push the whip, get out my way
That lil' ass nine we carry K's
He upped the fye' on me, touché
We take his ball, that's twok
She fucked his bitch, she go both ways

touché prod hgtf & 1act (all plats)

#scfirst

the signs you throw up fake
lil boy decide yo' fate
damn
I see that lil boy runnin'
walk em' down wit' drac
damn
I pull up on lil boy,
put bullets on his plate
damn
how many time you gon' say damn?
dat lil boy a fraud
he actin' for da' gram
treat life jus' like it's COD
dis' glock jus' go fuckin' blam
like I said I'll swing dat' rod
so dis bitch just might hit da' fan

no dis' ain' my only job
stupid bitch just lookin' dumb
step on niggas like it's gum
had dat' boy runnin', forest gump
stupid bitch lyin', fuckin' up
they say my flow unique or sum'
she went to sum' she seekin' some
it ain' even no big deal or nun' 
huh, lil bitch made it dat' 
fat bitch, how ya ass ain' fat?
same jorts, how you live like that?
dat' cord, better wrap round' that
on court, we don't play like that
up score, you better watch yo' back
lil cuzz pull up and get yo' ass smacked
I ain't no hoe, can't go out like that
I ain't dissin no hoe but she act like a rat
act petty, I don't know why I'm bein' attacked
call twin, I know that he havin my back
chase him down, it's coo', my twin runnin' track
lil boy you can't escape me
grown hoe wanna' have my baby
artillery just like the navy
take him down he talkin' bout' "save me"
we not cool lil boy, not gravy
I get high now they callin' me lazy
grown hoe actin' like I'm a baby
when shit hit da' fan it don't phase me
and you sendin' dem' shots' it don't graze me
ha, lil boy you a bitch
I'm sorry to tell you that shit

the signs you throw up fake
lil boy decide yo' fate
damn
I see that lil boy runnin'
walk em' down wit' drac
damn
I pull up on lil boy,
put bullets on his plate
damn
how many time you gon' say damn?
dat lil boy a fraud
he actin' for da' gram
treat life jus' like it's COD
dis' glock jus' go fuckin' blam
like I said I'll swing dat' rod
so dis bitch just might hit da' fan

Joey Diss 2

luh booty fart shit (LBFS)