Not A Diss Lyrics – ShooterGang VJ
Singer: ShooterGang VJ
Title: Not A Diss
Aye
This ain’t no diss song n#gg# i’m just speakin’ facts
f#ck the suckas
Smokin’ dead n#gg#s
Look
Roll that bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, n#gg# this a stick up
He got his b#tch f#cked, i got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that b#tch up
Them n#gg#s 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
g#ngb#ng and step n#gg# really all i know
Zaza and dead n#gg#s 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#gg# when he tried it
Got caught in traffic made ‘em crash now that n#gg# {?}
Keep it real his homies poppin’ from that n#gg# dyin’
Cuz they a lot of rappin’ not a bit of slidin‘
Wait, did them north n#gg#s 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#gg# daddy if he try to play
I seen a opp n#gg# add me on his live today
Tell that n#gg# drop the addy, i got time today
Roll that bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, n#gg# this a stick up
He got his b#tch f#cked, i got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that b#tch up
Them n#gg#s 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
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, damn
‘fore i ever made a verse, i was steppin’ first
Just put a sucka in a stogie, and it got me chokin’
Same n#gg# 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#gg#s, go dig ‘em up
That n#gg# gone, he dead n#gg# so just give it up
Said i was done wit’ dead n#gg#s, but sh#t what the f#ck?
Smoking {?} wit’ greg in it got a n#gg# stuck
Stockton n#gg#s cliqué’n up just to get a buzz
Joc n#gg# 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#gg#s gov’s
Never do sh#t, and ain’t gon’ shoot sh#t
Last 5 p n#gg#s died on some fluke sh#t
All ave n#gg#s really die to this gang sh#t
Bizzy got smoked outta state, tryna play b#tch, aye
Roll that bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, n#gg# this a stick up
He got his b#tch f#cked, i got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that b#tch up
Them n#gg#s 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
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