Fuck Lil G (feat. Krypto)

They say I'm trippin, I'm not a hater

They say I'm trippin, but I'm not a hater

Now it's on and it's on and it's on again

Now it's on

Fuck Lil G

Fuck Lil G

I don't wanna listen to none of that bullshit

Talkin' bout hoes and all that hood shit

He fucken swears he swears he has that good shit

Little G you ain't no star

Fuck your beats and your lame ass bars

You ain't really killin' em, you ain't that hard

Fuck your songs they so retarded

But you don't really hear me tho

Fuck your punk ass videos

Ima write you a comment

There's something that you really really need to know

Cause I hate it, hate it, hate it and I really can't stand it

I said I hate it, hate it, hate it and I hope they ban it

Ima write you a fucken diss song and tag you in it

I'm lookin' at my pen right now and I wish that I could stab you with it

And fuck the Sucios tryna talk to my girl on the internet

Bitch I told you to block em, what the fuck yo

I ain't really having it

Please bitch, I'm not hating on his punk ass

Weak ass raps, just reply fucken dumb ass

I'm at the door, four-four

Face the floor, making more

Money knew you haters up in [?] in the case of drugs

On my bike by the liquor store

Hating on the homie from the gate wanna test my fate

I was on Myspace tryna get a little promotion

Tell me where a homie went wrong

And I bet you that he's floating in the ocean (yeah)

With those Facebook lames

And those hating ass tweeters

Go and talk your shit about me

Then go ask me for a feature

Talkin' bout damn Kryptonite sucks

How the fuck did he get those songs with Ne-Yo?

Never heard a song from him in my life

How the fuck is he cool with those thousands of people?

I don't know ho, know that your ho goes solo to my show

Girl wakes up in the mo-mo, tryna get a photo

Bangin' on my door like the motherfucken po-po (yeah)

Ima tellem that promo, shoot a little video

And just so you know tho

Kryptonite and Lil G bust our nuts on her face

And she said that her man was a homo (oh)

No comments homie

Better check yo self before you wreck yourself

Tryna band on the motherfucken internet

Knowing that you never get out of your house (ha ha)

Go take your pictures

Go write your comments

We're making money

You're making nonsense

They say I'm trippin, I'm not a hater

They say I'm trippin, but I'm not a hater

Now it's on and it's on and it's on again

Now it's on and it's on and it's on again