Melody and Bars (remix)

iluvern

(Dolph Gang, bitch)
(Dolph Gang, haha)

All my niggas real to me
I got real brothers, Dolph Gang and they'll kill for me
Lil' emo nigga really robbin' the pharmacy
E4 and we pullin' up with armory
All you niggas wanna die
Pull up to my block, gang you do not wanna try
Hit you in your dooly wanna make your mother cry
Lil' hoe on my side, we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bad bitch, commit felonies
Cooking up dope breakin' bad talkin' chemically
All you lil' niggas know my flow, it is heavenly
Married to the beat, gang I'm married to the melody
Britain's Got Talent, talkin' melody and bars
Hunnit round drum, I'm not talking about lars
Hit you in your face and I'll chef you with a shard
I just caught a case so I'll stay at your yard
Big guns, yeah they built like guards
Bullets filled with magic likе a pack of cards
Nigga you a bitch, calling me a retard

[?], Got a choppa with a stick (Huh?)
Nigga tryna rob, fuckin' hit him in the dick
Nigga talkin' out his livеr, so we run up on his crib
AK-47 finna take this nigga rib (Gang, gang)
Bad bit' wanna talk to me
[I will-I will speed on hitters], told that lil' ho she in love with me
Look in-look in to my eyes, lil' nigga, you is scared of me
Nigga-Nigga you a joke, you a whole damn parody
Pop a Perc' to the '70s (Dolph Gang, bitch)
Suicide [gang], told that lil' ho, "Get away from me"
Creepin' in the dark, all black, ain't no Barcelon'
Smokin' on your dead homie pack, he a [crisis clone]
All you niggas soft, I don't really want to hear it
Nigga talkin' on my ear so I turn into a spirit
Turn that nigga to a ghost, I don't really like to talk
That ain't nothing on your ho, she can really take it all

Haha, let's go
[Iluvhunt!], niggas do not want a piece of me
African nigga, so you know I keep the stick on me
Stay with 6teen, talk on gang then its fatality
You was on the drugs, needs snap back to reality
If I call you lil' bro, that mean you my pekin
Say something I shoot you, got no time for seeking
"I heard ern! Been cuffin' them hoes" no no
I fuck that bitch, then I dip, ain't no keeping her
The pekin call me poser, you really sleepin oh
Niggas dickride, Minecraft, you really creep in oh
Put one good slap in ya ear it leave you sleepin oh
Put one good slap now a ma n' pa will feel it oh
Talkin' with that detty muff you need some commion
Talkin' with that detty muff you need some com-
Talkin'-Talkin' with that detty muff you need some commion
Me n ezerkel in the back, we smokin' opium
Gang, you know on top three, always on the podium
Gang, you know I'm up there, eat it on the sodium
Told my baby let me get some out on here
After that, right to the club, I got some party-um
African dick, and she ask why did I [mismatch]
If you got a problem with us [slatt], you can go dispatch

Choppa put his dick and body parts, now he mix and match
I can take a bitch any day, bitch [I'd hit and dash]
When I go outside, I don't gotta watch my fucking back
I don't know why niggas still lying, know it's fucking cap
Now these niggas tryna fucking rap
Feel like Nardwuar; "Doot-doot" , tryna hit his back
And I'm just like Ricky, if you snitch, the shotty hit his back
Shot keep on getting really picky, just don't get me mad
I don't know why all the opps dying, must be really blessed
Walk up in your trap, bullets flyin', and you goin' next
Niggas hatin' 'cause they really know their life next
One, two, then he send the Glock, then they die next
Feel like Carti, if you goin' up, I'ma die lit
I don't want that bitch anymore so I digressed

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