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(Zaytoven) This is not a diss, it's just the truth ('Wop, go) Middle of November, it ain't even December Nigga brought my name up, I guess they don't remember (Brr) Avondale to [?] to 'Crest to [?] (Huh?) You play with Gucci Mane, I'm sendin' your ass to Donald Trimble (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 numbеr when I front him, please don't fumblе (Skrrt) They say I was too thugged out, wouldn't let me meet Obama ('Bama) They just 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 pyjama's (Bitch) Fuckin' mulignanes tried to test Gucci cajones (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' five, 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) From Letras Mania