Lil Twist - Message To G.O.O.D Music (Pusha T Diss) lyrics

Yeah

Mula you know I'on give a fuck (no, bitch)
You know I dun give two fucks

You know I dun give a fuck
In this Bentley truck
Better put them bitches up
We quick to pick em up
Know my niggas leave a mess we
Ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked
That's the quick-to-pick her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got
To put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text
The boss the b'ness done
If the nigga still breathin' spin
The block and finish em
Trappin' in the hood we
Trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them
Bitches bring back ten a month

Strap a nigga to the bag
Time is tickin' ticking bomb
Find his mom find his son I
Swear to God job is done
Trick a nigga like John Lennon say
That till the cops come (Ugh)
Pushin' me ain't no fuckin' pushin' me
We take a nigga to the cliff
And push em off Pusha T
Who's he? shit I heard 'bout where you chill
Shit I heard 'bout where you live
And now you heard is how I'll run
All off in a nigga crib
Nah for real you niggas weak
GOOD music need to chill
'For I show em what's real Ice Cube
Cypress Hill
Mike Tyson, Holyfield, Sin City, Kill Bill
Pourin' cups, poppin' pills and still

I dun give a fuck, In this Bentley truck
Better put them bitches up
We quick to pick em up
Know my niggas leave a mess we
Ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked
That's the quick-to-pick her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got
To put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text
The boss the b'ness done
If the nigga still breathin' spin
The block and finish em
Trappin' in the hood we
Trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them
Bitches bring back ten a month

Bitches bring back twelve a month
Light a blunt then light him up
Bad bitch invite her up she
Chilling with the higher ups
Twizzy F and the 'F' is
For frequent flyer Uh, huh
Young Hot boy to the fucking third degree
It ain't no fucking serving me I
Swear the block is courtesy
Get that clear clarities
Stuffing packs and cherokees
Ice cream paint job oreo McFlurry seeds
Cashing out signing deals a couple
Mills a couple bills
A couple houses on the hills a
Couple pints a couple seals
A couple steels got this niggas
Running drills getting chills
Pouring cups and popping pills and still

I dun give a fuck, In this Bentley truck
Better put them bitches up
We quick to pick em up
Know my niggas leave a mess we
Ain't with the famous stuff
And we keep the semi tucked
That's the quick-to-pick her-up
Make me swingin' in the demon got
To put the hammers up
Shooting in the whip and text
The boss the b'ness done
If the nigga still breathin' spin
The block and finish em
Trappin' in the hood we
Trappin' out the renaissance
Wrap the birds and let em fly them
Bitches bring back ten a month