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(Zaytoven) This is not a diss, it's just the truth Wop Go Middle of November (brr), it ain't even December (brr) Nigga brought my name up, I guess they don't remember (brr) Avondale to Canlabow to 'Crest to Allen Temple (huh?) You play with Gucci Mane, I'm sendin' your ass to Donald Trump (damn) I can still remember (yeah), I popped him like a pimple (ooh) I read the autopsy, bullets went straight through his dimple (pew, pew) My gunners, they got gunners, my runners, they got runners I'm low-ballin' the number when I front him, please don't fumble (skrrt) They say I was too thugged out, wouldn't let me meet Obama ('Bama) They judge said I'm a problem, said it right in front of my mama (mama) I'm thinkin' to myself, what would you have done, your honor? (Honor) Pistol-whip that bitch who set me up out her pajama's (bitch) Fuckin' mulinanes tried to test Gucci cajons (mula, yeah) Last thing I heard that in the woods, that's a rumor See, I'm the type that pull up too deep in a rental (skrrt) Who wanna go to hell? 'Cause Gucci tryna send you It's a lot of demons in my section, please remember (yeah) If you ain't bustin' fire, then you can't be a member (go) It's a lot of devils in my section, please remember If you ain't got no bodies, then you can't be a member (Wop)
