Diss To Dillon
Uh
These niggas man
Bitch
My middle finger screamin' fuck you (Yeah)
I put trust in my money, I could never trust you (No, no)
I'm smokin' on a blunt, and I wish it was you
Despise niggas after all the shit that they put me through
(Fuck these niggas)
I gave my heart to a nigga and that shit ain't get me nowhere (Nah)
And now they're askin' why I'm cold, fam I don't care (Nah)
He can take me shoppin' seven days of the week
But when I'm done, I don't call (Ha)
I don't text, I don't speak
They say I'm toxic, and how my ex said that I'm vicious (Yeah?)
But when you cheated you ain't think it was malicious (Bitch)
You see these niggas?
Never accountable (Never)
And if I had the chance, I'd probably drown them all (Kill 'em!)
Look at the stupid little bum
You must've thought you was the one (Bitch)
I was playing with you bitch
I was just havin' some fun
Niggas get used, I spit you out
Like you was some gum (Gum)
And I'd rather be a hoe
Bein' a wife it gets you bum (Bum)
And you ain't ever spend no money
You were stressed over 1K (Broke!)
You're a fraud nigga, oh you had a bad day?
Bad week, bad month, or maybe a bad year? (Broke!)
Why it take you so long to get the check clear? (Ha)
Disrespectin' me, I ain't the one, come again hoe (Bitch)
Fingers up your bum, I made you scream (Uh, oh)
Do your friends know?
How you arched your back, and make it clap
You were singin' notes (Clap, clap)
But let me shut you up again by spittin' in your throat (Ha, ha, ha)
Last time I gave my heart to a nigga
Man that shit ain't get me nowhere
Ain't get me nowhere
I ain't playin' with these niggas, and I'd rather be a hoe
Fam I don't care, and I don't care
Last time I gave my heart to a nigga
Man that shit ain't get me nowhere
Ain't get me nowhere
I ain't playin' with these niggas, and I'd rather be a hoe
Fam I don't care, and I don't care
These niggas man
Bitch
My middle finger screamin' fuck you (Yeah)
I put trust in my money, I could never trust you (No, no)
I'm smokin' on a blunt, and I wish it was you
Despise niggas after all the shit that they put me through
(Fuck these niggas)
I gave my heart to a nigga and that shit ain't get me nowhere (Nah)
And now they're askin' why I'm cold, fam I don't care (Nah)
He can take me shoppin' seven days of the week
But when I'm done, I don't call (Ha)
I don't text, I don't speak
They say I'm toxic, and how my ex said that I'm vicious (Yeah?)
But when you cheated you ain't think it was malicious (Bitch)
You see these niggas?
Never accountable (Never)
And if I had the chance, I'd probably drown them all (Kill 'em!)
Look at the stupid little bum
You must've thought you was the one (Bitch)
I was playing with you bitch
I was just havin' some fun
Niggas get used, I spit you out
Like you was some gum (Gum)
And I'd rather be a hoe
Bein' a wife it gets you bum (Bum)
And you ain't ever spend no money
You were stressed over 1K (Broke!)
You're a fraud nigga, oh you had a bad day?
Bad week, bad month, or maybe a bad year? (Broke!)
Why it take you so long to get the check clear? (Ha)
Disrespectin' me, I ain't the one, come again hoe (Bitch)
Fingers up your bum, I made you scream (Uh, oh)
Do your friends know?
How you arched your back, and make it clap
You were singin' notes (Clap, clap)
But let me shut you up again by spittin' in your throat (Ha, ha, ha)
Last time I gave my heart to a nigga
Man that shit ain't get me nowhere
Ain't get me nowhere
I ain't playin' with these niggas, and I'd rather be a hoe
Fam I don't care, and I don't care
Last time I gave my heart to a nigga
Man that shit ain't get me nowhere
Ain't get me nowhere
I ain't playin' with these niggas, and I'd rather be a hoe
Fam I don't care, and I don't care
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Writer(s): Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Vanessa Mahi
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