Not Dissing

I got diamonds on my G-Shock, nigga, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these niggas make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath, uh, yeah

You not tough, my niggas like peroxide when we in that cut, yeah
My niggas, they got mob ties, we cannot get caught up, yeah
You already know we outside, so a nigga come run up, yeah
He gon' try to stole that, AMG, it's open
Money in the toaster, askin', "Where your boss at?"
Runnin' with my Rugrats, give that boy a toe tag
L, nigga, hold that, damn, where your pole at? Yeah
Nigga swear he the hardest out, nigga, that shit don't make sense
Keep that song off the airwaves, nigga, it do not need spins
And when my brodie shoot, know he shoot for heads, no, he don't do limbs
If we can't get the drop, nigga, then we gonna have to get your friend
And I don't wanna have to do it
'Cause my niggas really ignorant with them sticks, they just get to shootin'
Niggas know I'm getting paper, but, no, I'm not no student
And my shooter really love Nike, when he pull up, he just do it
Yeah, need to cool down your block 'cause we lit it up
Yeah, niggas hate and niggas talk 'cause they not good enough
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' no Tupac, but we gon' hit him up
Yeah, no, I don't care 'bout no casualty, come pick him up

I got diamonds on my G-Shock, nigga, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these niggas make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath
I got diamonds on my G-Shock, nigga, this not no Patek
Had to roll me up a blunt 'cause these niggas make me upset
Either in the crib or at a show, bitch, I barely get wrecked
Do not say that you was dissin', boy, you talk under your breath

(Uh, uh, uh)
(Woo)
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Elliott Thevenot, Javier Mercado, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Alexey Grachev, Edgar Sarrat
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