lirik lagu diizii & defnotbio - 'xtendo
[intro: diizii & defnotbio]
extendo, extendo, extendo
stupid b~tch!
i’m a f~ckin’ god
nsayn!
[verse 1: defnotbio]
you play and then die like it’s squid games, no, you don’t wanna dance wit’ me, i am not rick james
they know how i rock, b~tch, i’m good with the stick like i’m tim raynes
my nina gon; blow, “k!lla wh0re” is her nickname, when i finger that b~tch, she gon’ bust like that b~tch came
yellow tips get to flashin’ like i’m ‘bouta switch lanes, you talkin’ that sh~t, well, that sh~t lame
no, you don’t wanna link, i’ma get at yo’ throat like a big chain
p~ssy, i warned you, i shot up his spot like a knicks’ game, nina with me, yeah, my twin flame
i should name her, “adele,” with the way that the b~tch sang
they gon’ pick him up like a call, ‘cause my tec’ like a phone, how that b~tch rang
i’m seein’ green, tryna get me a milli’ like lil wayne, i ain’t playin’ ‘bout money, these bullets gon’ fly and then hit brains
come through in all black like i’m batman, you not finna get saved
when that chop hit his top, he ain’t get shaved, he gon’ see light, after my clip rain
i taught him a lesson, my choppa got kick like a sensei
what that metal for ain’t a punchline, you’ll get hit with the heat like the sunshine
my cannon got sticks, it ain’t drumline, i’ll put an end to your bloodline
i been waitin’ to serve ‘em like lunch lines, he gon’ beg for his life when it’s crunch time
put him to sleep like it’s bedtime, you seein’ his face on the headline
anybody that follows get dropped, yeah, i call that a deadline, they gettin’ the same like an end~rhyme
they followin’ you underground like a red line, with the power i got; i could end time
you get in that water, you’ll die, i’m a red tide
when i’m raisin’ that heat, break him down like an enzyme, rap god, the creator, don’t make me come end life
i was pushin’ gas like i’m drivin’, i came out that jungle, no lyin’
i’ll study an opp and then body that b~tch, what you know about science? yeah, i’ll end a b~tch, no hawaiian
i’m pullin’ that stick like i’m pryin’, i’ll serve ‘em like clients, i’ll catch ‘em off guard like tobias
i shot at his top like he gettin’ his license, now they askin’ why did i hit ‘em like giants
i’m airin’ him out like he dryin’, i’m lightin’ sh~t up, turnin’ riot to silence
i was sellin’ the packs, i got rid of the weight like a diet, that place where i’m from is so violent
don’t smoke, i don’t drink, with this rap; i’m the highest, so wavy, on point like a trident, a god with the rap, no denyin’
my lyrics are dope, i supply it, i am the plug, no appliance, woo!
like a cane, how i move with the stick, i’m stretchin’ you p~ssies, not doin’ a split
yo’ b~tch see the sauce, got yo’ boo on my d~ck, i’m f~ckin’ that b~tch with a tool on my hip
i’m sendin’ her back when i’m through with the b~tch, she mad, but she knew what is it
i get to that paper, i’m glued to the chips, keep that fake sh~t out the unity, b~tch
let it spit when i black out like venom, i got the rap in my genes like a belt with the denim
when i’m alone, i’m the same when i’m steppin’, if they not with me, then eff ‘em
i cannot slow down, i got too much momentum, did y’all forget i can do this forever?
my lyrics immortal, come through with the knowledge, i stepped out a portal, god
[verse 2: diizii]
my youngin’, if they like to fake, then say “f~ck ‘em,” when he throw up blood, nah, he don’t need a bucket
she don’t need her hands, she a g.o.a.t. with the suckin’, i’m out of control, b~tch, i’m raisin’ a ruckus
she throwin’ it back, b~tch, i’m finna f~ck her, i’m finna drop you, pray to god that you’re lucky
the youngin’ she wants will not give her attention, but she act a daly, she still gonna love him
they talkin’ ‘bout me, like, “n0body above him,” if i want a fade, just know that i’m not bluffin’
i’m gettin’ too zooted, i’m doin’ the~ doin’ the huffin’ and puffin’, i’m huffin’ and puffin’
youngin’s, they know i made somethin’ from nothin’, my toolie be like me, it finna get bustin’
i’m not a flojo, i’m all ‘bout the hustlin’, my pipe on her peaches, she singin’ like justin
i’m catchin’ a body, you catchin’ my bullets, i put the clip in, unload, then i pull it
there’s youngin’s ‘round here that be trappin’, no cappin’, they movin’ the weight, but them youngin’s ain’t swollen
i’m jackin’ his bands, homie, where is your wallet? if 12 on their way, b~tch, i’m back on my bullsh~t
if 12 want some answers, i’m just sayin’ bullsh~t, she got lots of it in the back just like a mullet
hard liquor, hard truth, can’t swallow, i’m dippin’ the ho, no, she better not follow
b~tch, i got gats with the d~cks and hollows, i’m finna go ghost; do i block or unfollow?
two of her lips i be eatin’, the other two givin’ me attitude, i’m givin’ her attitude
yeah, b~tch, right back at you, do what i want, okay, b~tch, i’ll f~ck you like i’m mad at you
know that you love it, look at me with gratitude, then i’ma vanish and go get a bag or two
i mean what i say, no, i am not cappin’, boo, i’ll break a back or two, yes, i am packin’, boo
i am not down bad, b~tch, i won’t run back to you, give me my hoodie and give me the jacket, too
oh, now you’re happy? i’m happy, too, postin’ your new man, b~tch, it got me laughin’, dude, b~tch!
phew, unload the extendo, you know me, b~tch, i’m stayin’ ten toes
bring that sh~t in, i want all the dinero, baby, come over, let’s cool at the bando
baby, so good, and she suck with no hands, though, got me the wheel in my hands, though
skrrt! yeah, lil’ youngin’, i swerve in the lambo’
tryna get to the top now, that youngin’ a rat, he a cop now
look at the b~tches i got now, how many i love? not one now
b~tch, i’ma shoot at your mans, i’m pipin’ her deep, now that b~tch in a trance
bounce up and down, now you know how to dance, you only get one chance
me and def twins, yeah, we gat related, b~tch, we on top but the most hated
all the smoke got me, and i’m h~lla faded, shut the f~ck up, b~tch, you’re outdated
we’re the creators, b~tch, you’re created, turn you to ashes, you’re cremated
oh, that’s your broad? well, i’ma take her, i could k!ll my demons and the demon maker
extendo, extendo, extended clip, like the gat got a p~ssy, i put in the d~ck
y’all youngin’s be bitin’, like, are y’all some ticks? when she sucked up my d~ck, i’ll pulled out the phone, took us a pic
ha~ha~ha, and i sent it to you, you saw that she blow like a flute
no, i’m not f~ckin’ with that, diizii and def, we’re the twin gats, huh!
[outro: diizii & defnotbio]
diizii!
ah, ha~ha~ha~ha!
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