Di$po

Pull up to the god damn dispo
Twenties in my wallet I can hardly make the shit fold
HHM make a shorty wanna get low
Have a motherfucker wondering like where his bitch go, simple blowing weed
smoke out the window
All my shit heat like my last name Winslow
Brothers in the back cross hairs on yo kinfolk
I don’t rap I read my death note over instrumentals, get yo
Bitch ass outta here with all that hating shit
Yeah We coming up these locals don’t know what to make of it
Ever since that bitch left I been out here on my playa shit
Never ever sober rollin doja in my paper bitch fakie flip
Skating on a hater like wassup bruh
Word around town you’s a punk mufucka
Promise this is not what you want bruh
When I’m dead and gone I’m coming back to haunt ya
In my phone your bitch name heroin
Cuz that hoe is a downer
HHM the pack of sharks
All these other rappers flounders
I ain’t got no fucking boss
But I still get paid by the hour
Can’t get past a thousand plays
That’s why your attitude all sour
Better come correct if you steppin
Two blades for each one of your weapons
Gang looking like a union no western
Fuck your fam and the set you reppin
Grippin my Smith
Kick it with $ith
Snapping her pussy your bitch wanna kiss
Told her rub it right babygirl make a wish
Now I gotta piss
Hope I don’t miss
Grind on this shit watch me step back and rewind this shit you too kind for
this shit to be real I don’t find all this shit sentimental
It’s straight from the mental
Nothing that special
Hit my nectar collector I’m leaving em wit lonely hearts I’m the real sergeant
pepper
Y’all sheep I’m the shepard got theft on my record I don’t give a fuck bout
your previous efforts
You only fuck with dubs
Nothing but subs up on my watchlist
See you buying dubs while we
Smoking on these ounces
That bitch claiming that she goth
Not til she’s had some black dick
Heard the shit you self produce that Shit was not fantastic