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shootergang vj – not a diss lyrics

[intro]
aye
this ain’t no diss song n+gga i’m just speakin’ facts
f+ck the suckas
smokin’ dead n+ggas
look

[chorus]
roll that bris up, and pour a six up
we tie the kids up, n+gga this a stick up
he got his b+tch f+cked, i got my d+ck sucked
he on there crying, think it’s time to give that b+tch up
them n+ggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
didn’t smoke ‘em, but i’m smokin’ on this jody woah
get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow

[verse 1]
g+ngb+ng and step n+gga really all i know
zaza and dead n+ggas really all i smoke
four+fives and ten milli’s really all i blow
no lie, it get tricky you ain’t got your pole
see what happened to the last n+gga when he tried it
got caught in traffic made ‘em crash now that n+gga [?]
keep it real his homies poppin’ from that n+gga dyin’
cuz they a lot of rappin’ not a bit of slidin‘
wait, did them north n+ggas slide when jaylon died?
i know they didn’t have to slide when lil jon died
his cousin died, mac j took a sucka life
billboard your song, have you celebrate your cousin life
my brother died, know what happened i ain’t gotta share
i ‘ah pop a n+gga daddy if he try to play
i seen a opp n+gga add me on his live today
tell that n+gga drop the addy, i got time today
[chorus]
roll that bris up, and pour a six up
we tie the kids up, n+gga this a stick up
he got his b+tch f+cked, i got my d+ck sucked
he on there crying, think it’s time to give that b+tch up
them n+ggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
didn’t smoke ‘em, but i’m smokin’ on this jody woah
get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow

[verse 2]
i told her stop tryna flirt, it’ll never work
i had to pop another perc, for the second verse
the ridge hurt, prolly on their 42nd shirt, d+mn
‘fore i ever made a verse, i was steppin’ first
just put a sucka in a stogie, and it got me chokin’
same n+gga that i smoked, that’s what i be smokin
aye [?] roll me up that eight of bris
got me floatin’, keep it goin’
imma pour a eight of tris in this soda
makin songs wit’ dead n+ggas, go dig ‘em up
that n+gga gone, he dead n+gga so just give it up
said i was done wit’ dead n+ggas, but sh+t what the f+ck?
smoking [?] wit’ greg in it got a n+gga stuck
stockton n+ggas cliqué’n up just to get a buzz
joc n+gga switched it up, when we didn’t buzz
he asked jody for a feature it’s been 20 months
when you already f+ck wit suckas, man you n+ggas gov’s
never do sh+t, and ain’t gon’ shoot sh+t
last 5 p n+ggas died on some fluke sh+t
all ave n+ggas really die to this gang sh+t
bizzy got smoked outta state, tryna play b+tch, aye
[chorus]
roll that bris up, and pour a six up
we tie the kids up, n+gga this a stick up
he got his b+tch f+cked, i got my d+ck sucked
he on there crying, think it’s time to give that b+tch up
them n+ggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
didn’t smoke ‘em, but i’m smokin’ on this jody woah
get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow

- shootergang vj lyrics

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