dee billz - stop dissing lyrics
[intro: dee billz]
(like, grrah, grrah, like)
(like die oz)
(like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(da+da+d+mn, lil fckbwoy man you know that i be k!llin’ sh+t)
(like die oz)
(stop f+cking dissing, man)
(get off our d+ck)
(this our last response to n+ggas)
(suck my d+ck)
(every opp shot)
(said i’m on the block with the shooters maneuver the ruler is hittin’ medullas)
[verse 1: dee billz]
we in the party, don’t got the knocka’
i got the scalp in the sock, like
[?] be clutching the rock
kr with me, toting the glock
who that in that sheisty? take it off, like
my n+ggas ready for war
bullets hit his face, hit his pores
and she cleaning it up like chores, d+mn
wintеrdabum, she gotta go
f+ck the mitch, i don’t care if thеy low
flock him down if he throw up the foe
f+ck the x, we don’t f+ck with the os
catch yus gz, throw more than two
he only be in the kitchen or stu’
and that other b+tch getting it too
how you 41k? but we made you
ask about when i ran into freshy
he couldn’t walk he got left by the deli
my n+ggas move too heavy
my n+ggas need em a oa or chevy
edot put a hole in his head like a dolphin, like
that could never be me
no more oy ogz, i don’t care if the way [?]
[verse 2: kyle richh]
feenin’ to ball, we can hoop
too official, got nothing to prove
it’s a opp in the spot, big bro poofed him, like
this ain’t no regular music (graah, graah, graah)
graah, he moving wock gotta boom him
with a .30 i feel like lebron
f+ck+f+ck that, that n+gga gone
after the drill, had to [?]
how+how is you 41k?
like told bro kick each ea
fours on top, we still untouched, like
who really bigger than us?
he get hit if he uppin’ a bl!ck, like
die y, big dot in my spliff
new+new opp, mix it with [?]
for my brother i’m uppin’ that thing
[verse 3: tata]
[?] run into n+ggas be capping
dummy boy, no i’m not with the chatting n+gga
i can’t wait til i catch me a rapper n+gga
up the knocka’ you know imma blast it, blow like a ratchet
n+ggas know i keep a gun, big 41
i had to get this sh+t tatted, and if i pass it to star
word to my mother, that n+gga is going out bad
and these n+ggas not doing no drills
they not on they block, they just be dissing in raps
im on court with the rock, i’m like chuck, they ran out of luck
i feel like shaq on the mavericks
f+ck a cigarette, sh+t can get lit
f+ck the mitchel n+gga, they ain’t crip
why this yus gz n+gga on d+ck?
if i see scottie i’m cl!ckin’ that b+tch
[verse 4: jenn carter]
in the a, carrying chops
i came back this sh+t don’t stop
i can’t be caught without my knock, graah
carter can’t be stopped
like, and these b+tches not 41k
i see that b+tch, she get hit in her face
can’t+can’t lie backdoor was open
but, bet they won’t try her today
dee billion, he be itching to cl!ck it
don’t run, beam on the smithen
i can’t speak on this sh+t ’cause i know that we did it
[?] said f+ck it, might spin in a civic
four shots to the bar, i took one to the head, like
i’m only used to the [?]
they like “carter you know that you different”
and that’s why i have been keeping my distance
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