Got Now
Yung Soza
GENRE
Fuck next bitch I got now
Your times up bitch throw in the towel
Stop talkin bitch don’t make a sound
That lil nicca lost and will never be found
See my chain bitch u better not reach
Swear to god if u reach bitch I’m gone Teach
I’m hot Texas Pete
I’m finna blow up come and book u a feat
See me in public boy stop actin stupid
Quit Asking me questions don’t know Shi I’m clueless
I thought u was living real ruthless
Was point of havin a blick if u never gon use it
Y’all niggas pussy as shit
Y’all niggas ain poppin no shit
Y’all niggas ain uppin no blick
Boy put dat gun down that ain even ya stick
Y’all niccas ain killin shit
Dem niccas lyin talkin bout Dey drillin Shi
Y’all sticks ain real and shit
Suicidal niggas poppin pills and shit
Gimme a stick imma up it
Tell Da rap game move out the way cuz Nicca I’m coming
Im really comin from nothing
Love to talk on the net but never do nothing
Dem niggas ain livin what they rap about
Niccas never been in a trap house
Writin statements u a rat now
Kill a local rapper I’m takin the trash out
(Get em outta here)
These nicca ain livin they verses
Put my name inna diss guarantee we gone hurt him
Hurt him nah we gone murk him
Flatline a nigga go get the nurses
Talk hot whole gang gone spin
Oh shit I missed we spinnin again
Hit him then we hittin the friend
Killed sum niggas I’ll do it again
They gone claim I cap in my rap
But y’all cap when y’all cuz u don’t own a strap
Pussy nicca think we finna scrap
My blood shooter come out the cut yellin out Blattt
I’m tryna spin
(Sike)
Bitch I’m tryna slide
Kill da gang who tf gone slide
(Where’s my son)
That nicca died
Beefing wimme boy u must be crazy
FaceShot gang Wit jay and Brazyyy
Slide on his block Kappo and Ad
They know I got now that’s why they all hate me
I ain doin no song wit no opp
Pull up to the shoot HES bounded to get popped
Think we shootin a video he really gettin dropped
Them niccas cap in dey rap boy they need to stop
Hey mama how u doin u raised
My shooters gone step uhhh trooper
That nicca a bitch goofy goober
One of da best in my city
Leave an opp stank boy we leave an opp shitty
Fuck talkin I’m tryna get busy
My girl she a shooter every drill she come wimme
That’s not ya set stop all that jackin shit
You a bleedin stop allat stackin shit
I’m worried bout Dese racks and shit
Don’t need an beam cuz my aim is immaculate
Nigga went in the booth heard my name and wrote him a diss
I won’t send one back bitch I’m sendin dem blicks
He ain no Shooter that nicca a bitch
They said I don’t got now well nigga u wish
Your times up bitch throw in the towel
Stop talkin bitch don’t make a sound
That lil nicca lost and will never be found
See my chain bitch u better not reach
Swear to god if u reach bitch I’m gone Teach
I’m hot Texas Pete
I’m finna blow up come and book u a feat
See me in public boy stop actin stupid
Quit Asking me questions don’t know Shi I’m clueless
I thought u was living real ruthless
Was point of havin a blick if u never gon use it
Y’all niggas pussy as shit
Y’all niggas ain poppin no shit
Y’all niggas ain uppin no blick
Boy put dat gun down that ain even ya stick
Y’all niccas ain killin shit
Dem niccas lyin talkin bout Dey drillin Shi
Y’all sticks ain real and shit
Suicidal niggas poppin pills and shit
Gimme a stick imma up it
Tell Da rap game move out the way cuz Nicca I’m coming
Im really comin from nothing
Love to talk on the net but never do nothing
Dem niggas ain livin what they rap about
Niccas never been in a trap house
Writin statements u a rat now
Kill a local rapper I’m takin the trash out
(Get em outta here)
These nicca ain livin they verses
Put my name inna diss guarantee we gone hurt him
Hurt him nah we gone murk him
Flatline a nigga go get the nurses
Talk hot whole gang gone spin
Oh shit I missed we spinnin again
Hit him then we hittin the friend
Killed sum niggas I’ll do it again
They gone claim I cap in my rap
But y’all cap when y’all cuz u don’t own a strap
Pussy nicca think we finna scrap
My blood shooter come out the cut yellin out Blattt
I’m tryna spin
(Sike)
Bitch I’m tryna slide
Kill da gang who tf gone slide
(Where’s my son)
That nicca died
Beefing wimme boy u must be crazy
FaceShot gang Wit jay and Brazyyy
Slide on his block Kappo and Ad
They know I got now that’s why they all hate me
I ain doin no song wit no opp
Pull up to the shoot HES bounded to get popped
Think we shootin a video he really gettin dropped
Them niccas cap in dey rap boy they need to stop
Hey mama how u doin u raised
My shooters gone step uhhh trooper
That nicca a bitch goofy goober
One of da best in my city
Leave an opp stank boy we leave an opp shitty
Fuck talkin I’m tryna get busy
My girl she a shooter every drill she come wimme
That’s not ya set stop all that jackin shit
You a bleedin stop allat stackin shit
I’m worried bout Dese racks and shit
Don’t need an beam cuz my aim is immaculate
Nigga went in the booth heard my name and wrote him a diss
I won’t send one back bitch I’m sendin dem blicks
He ain no Shooter that nicca a bitch
They said I don’t got now well nigga u wish
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