Nobody Disses Me

Is that The Beat Assassin
Huh, yea yea yea look
I'm hanging out the window throwing dubs out
Head spinning, teeth showing, and you know them thugs out so we thugged out
Last dude got sprayed on cause he was bugged out
Steppin all the way in Louisville like we slugged out
Tried to reach for me, your potna told you, you ain't making it
Exchange for my chain' I'll snatch your head if you taking it
Now you can say that he done lost his mind he was tryna take what's mine
Body builder put that iron on whoever AHHH
This piggy ain't stay home so now its four toes
Still tipping on fo fo's I feel like Mike Jones
Far from a million, wait 'til I get to the boatload
I could stop your "on go's" and they both know

Haha, and they gon' hate me when I get to the top
Nobody disses me
And they gon' hate me when I get to the top so you gon' feel me
Haha and if you ain't recognize, you gon' recognize now
Nobody Disses Me
This how I do it look look look, yea yea yea

T.P. just like Chris Brown with the indigo
You don't like my style? Mmmm thank you for the info though
Ain't beef until you hear the BAM BAM, Bigelow
Dripping out the Southside, you know what it's hitting for
Paper on your head, ouuu I could get a Rolls-Royce
See you out in public, ouuu I make you think "Oh boy"
I got out the hood, ouuu respect me like I'm still there
He thought he was steppin', ouuu now he in a wheelchair like Cat Daddy
In Calabasas I might bash you in your mouth
He hit the floor, he knocked out, so now tell me how you gon' fight back
I might throw hunnids after hunnids, not the ones
While we boppin' to your diss song, tell that boy I'm like that, AHHH

Haha, and they gon' hate me when I get to the top
Nobody disses me
Hold on, hold on, hold on shoutout

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Stop stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Stop stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Stop stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless