Disses
Nahh Forreal (Wick, You copy)
What he tell 'em
These niggas tryin' die, These niggas tryin' die
These niggas tryin' die, These niggas gotta die
Swear to God man these niggas they cake
Up close, I'm a shoot him in his face
Man down, Knock the shoe out his lace
Man down, Knock the shoe out his-
What he tell 'em
Where they at
Niggas online, tipping on the net
They playing games but we fishing the set
They said it's up, So you know that's bet (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)
Down bad, I don't know who to call
I was up, Had to take me a fall
In that car, Man I'm risking it all
When we come through they rip man you know I'm a ball
In they hood man I'm tryin' get a bucket
Had the G23, So you know I'm a tuck it
If he play in that car, Then you know I'm a rush it
Got my bitch in the spot, After this I'm a buss it
If the move go wrong, Then you know we make a left, right
Got the metal in my pants, Swear to God I keep that tech tight
Let my bitch throw the face, Tryin' see what that neck like
Then I'm dogging the pussy, Would've thought it was catfight
I'm fried
Fat jays of the za got a nigga tongue-tied
Niggas capping in they raps, Why the fuck you lied
Coming through every time, Tryin' see who hiding
When we leave off they block, Ain't gotta ask who sliding
Just wanna know who riding
All these bitch niggas hiding
All these real niggas dying
Stop speaking on my name, Lil niggas keep lying
Four deep in that car, We going ride down the nine
Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die
Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die
Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die
If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die
Coming back in the rain making sure you going die
If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die
If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die
Swear to God I'm coming with it
Been on papers for a minute
All them disses they sending
Pay with your life cause you know that's the sentence
If I say that it's up, Then you know that I meant it
If them boys drop the lo, Then you know that I spin it
Get a car for the free, Got a bitch that's going rent it
If they hang on that corner, Then you know I'm a bend it
I done fought me some cases, you know I'm a felon
And I'm still on probation, Still tight with that weapon
Nigga bap on my name, Nigga why is you wellin'
Ain't no way I'm believing these lies that you selling
I done hop out that car, And you know I got busy
I been hitting them licks from PG to the city
Really taking that risk, So they calling me risky
Put that shit on his ass, Got the lil nigga pissy
Keep talkin on my name, I'm a crack you
Try step in the field, I'm a sack you
If you post down the ninth, Ima whack you
I might fish thru the- just to crack you
Hell nah I ain't shaking no hands
Hell nah nigga, you not my man's
Hell nah man I'm changing the plan
If you think shit a game, Then I'm laying
Four deep in that car, We gon ride down the nine
Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die
Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die
Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die
If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die
Coming back in the rain making sure you going die
If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die
If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die
What he tell 'em
These niggas tryin' die, These niggas tryin' die
These niggas tryin' die, These niggas gotta die
Swear to God man these niggas they cake
Up close, I'm a shoot him in his face
Man down, Knock the shoe out his lace
Man down, Knock the shoe out his-
What he tell 'em
Where they at
Niggas online, tipping on the net
They playing games but we fishing the set
They said it's up, So you know that's bet (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)
Down bad, I don't know who to call
I was up, Had to take me a fall
In that car, Man I'm risking it all
When we come through they rip man you know I'm a ball
In they hood man I'm tryin' get a bucket
Had the G23, So you know I'm a tuck it
If he play in that car, Then you know I'm a rush it
Got my bitch in the spot, After this I'm a buss it
If the move go wrong, Then you know we make a left, right
Got the metal in my pants, Swear to God I keep that tech tight
Let my bitch throw the face, Tryin' see what that neck like
Then I'm dogging the pussy, Would've thought it was catfight
I'm fried
Fat jays of the za got a nigga tongue-tied
Niggas capping in they raps, Why the fuck you lied
Coming through every time, Tryin' see who hiding
When we leave off they block, Ain't gotta ask who sliding
Just wanna know who riding
All these bitch niggas hiding
All these real niggas dying
Stop speaking on my name, Lil niggas keep lying
Four deep in that car, We going ride down the nine
Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die
Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die
Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die
If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die
Coming back in the rain making sure you going die
If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die
If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die
Swear to God I'm coming with it
Been on papers for a minute
All them disses they sending
Pay with your life cause you know that's the sentence
If I say that it's up, Then you know that I meant it
If them boys drop the lo, Then you know that I spin it
Get a car for the free, Got a bitch that's going rent it
If they hang on that corner, Then you know I'm a bend it
I done fought me some cases, you know I'm a felon
And I'm still on probation, Still tight with that weapon
Nigga bap on my name, Nigga why is you wellin'
Ain't no way I'm believing these lies that you selling
I done hop out that car, And you know I got busy
I been hitting them licks from PG to the city
Really taking that risk, So they calling me risky
Put that shit on his ass, Got the lil nigga pissy
Keep talkin on my name, I'm a crack you
Try step in the field, I'm a sack you
If you post down the ninth, Ima whack you
I might fish thru the- just to crack you
Hell nah I ain't shaking no hands
Hell nah nigga, you not my man's
Hell nah man I'm changing the plan
If you think shit a game, Then I'm laying
Four deep in that car, We gon ride down the nine
Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die
Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die
Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die
If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die
Coming back in the rain making sure you going die
If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die
If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die
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Writer(s): Dirtyy Quig
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