Dissin' ft. LJInTheBay Lyrics

Same suckas who be dissin got no pot to piss in

I'll be riding with my dawgs trying to get a million

Hell yeah I'm going off, bitch that's how I'm feelin

Dealing with some shit so ya really finna feel it look

All gas, no breaks I'm not looking back

Running to the cheese while y'all getting caught up in the trap

I'm running back, bitch I want a 100 stacks

No nipsey, where yo money at?

Blues crispy when we spend they keep running back

Now I'm done with that

Really about my dividends

I put on for my family I ain't worried about no bullshit

Spit a check up with the gang, how the fuck they finna hate?

But I'm coolin' with a blunt, smoking while I meditate

I do not, hesitate

They too fake, from them i got to separate

I've made mistakes but EA in this bitch I'm back up in the game

Popping 3's, deeway with my ways I need some gatorade

How that flavor taste?

I just want the suck then I'm leaving aye

Brother put me on some game, I had to listen

"Stay caught up on your bread not these bitches….

Cause they the ones that be fucking up the vision…

You running on your own time but it's to grind and get it look"

So if I want it ima get it don't get it twisted ugh

And we gone make it to the top but y'all don't listen huh

I did my part from the start, played my position

Thoe we had to take some L's, bounced back we back in it look,

They be dissing in the mentions, ion really care

I just upshifted bitch Im up in 5th gear

Turnt the wheel to much, fuck it I'm sliding out of there

Counter steer, gas up on the pedal all they see is rear

Lights, and I'm gone up out they sights

Money hungry, I want a couple Ks hidden tonight

Getting high it's vibe, crash the whip I just might

But it's alright hit the dealer and cope another by the night

I think it's that day that, pay day day day

Coming from the bottom better make, way way way

That's a man down yelling mayday, day day day

Feeling like uncle Larry in the booth, aye aye aye

I'm off this liquor ima go n hit my silly dance

Cause I can, 10 toes bring me back some silly bands

Many mans no hesitation hopping out that spinner van

Carry hands, you can hit with get hit with a frying pan

Aye Bitch 6ft you got Corona virus

I'm the highest, up in the clouds I think I'm the pilot

Hole in one, leave him patched looking like fucking pirate

Gatta dip bitch, boys are coming you can hear sirens

Hot grease when I spit get these niggas fried

I ain't finna lie felt good to put up my first 5

These rappers 5cent, how they telling many lies

Switching sides, type of shit to get yo ass televised