Gold Daytons (Raider Klan Diss)

[Intro] *Laugh* So yall niggas thought I wasn't gonna respond to yall weak ass diss? Man, FUCK you Yung Samantha, Lil bitch ass nigga Fuck Space-Ghost-Purp, Fuck raider clan..all Y'all niggas some bitches [Verse 1] I think you niggas forgot just who the fuck I was Let me remind you within these bars what the fuck is up Its Mr. Knuckle Up, knocking niggas out, no sucker punch Laying hands QUICK like a preacher, shit is nothing bruh Coming up rough, gang banging, and drug slanging Run up on niggas turn em to bitches, when the gun aiming Fake thugs claiming they real till we expose em Then we suit & tie niggas for a casket, now close it The *cards* wasn't *dealt* in ya favor so know this You act *bad, hands* or the *poker*, nigga you *folding* I go in like a kid when the street lights on My team savage FUCK WIT US! We like war Middle finger to Raider Klan, I'm disrespectful, so fuck em Sending shots, size of goose eggs nigga you can't duck em Purp and Simmantha, fucking faggots, all they do is dick suck and And for they dough/doe, I'm hunting like deer season, when I buck it [Hook] Imma make sure... All my real niggas feel this Hoods round the world gone ride when hear this East Coast, West Coast, Up North, Southside See a bitch nigga in ya city, look em in the eye Tell them niggas do something, (raider klan) do something Rep ya fucking city, throw ya sets up Tell them niggas do something (Yung Simmie) do something (yeen ain't bout it) Real niggas getting popping never let up (Do something) [Verse 2] East coast nigga on a west coast beat now Like y'all doing pedicures ima show you defeat/Da feet now Normally you never see me spitting no thug shit But the streets wanted something for Gs I said fuck it Team putting vine in a trash bin, we dump clips And like Mr Hanky doing sprints, boy we run shit Massacre orgies, killing everyone you coming/cummin wit Purp fucking Simmie ass the only time they busting shit Bunch a bitch niggas turn pussy when they called out This ain't a game, ya world is ending, ready for the fall out? I see what you broads bout, talking shit and sneak dissing Simmie tryna throw bars with me? Ha he tripping If I catch you in the street, see you and ya team slipping I'm Miami in the clutch, barely see my heat missing Think I'm not about that life, cuz it's not in my songs Till you test me, and realize that you've gotten it wrong...