SHH ft. YNG SKRILLA Lyrics

Stop all that dissing on the net, I ain't in the social beefs

Want to know how the nigga died

He was dissing on lil shh

Caught him lacking at the store

He ain't even have his heat

Don't give a fuck about these bitches

Why I got heartless on my sleeve

Bitch, fuck a death row, you can get your shit and leave

Nigga, Talking like a killer till I knocked him off his feet

Always acting like a gangsta so I ran him out his sneaks

Seen you lacking at the light and we let that shit gooo

All you heard was, Fah fah fah fah we upped da score!

Said you lamping on the block, Girl

We know that shit for show

Man you thought this shit was sweet, Till I pulled up with the four

Spent your block like it's a tour and you know we got switches

Do you really want war? Fuck my ex

That bitch a whore, When she call

I hit ignore

Niggas dissing on my name

I hate Da shit they do for fame

If you diss and you ain't ya kill then that mean that you a lame

You bout that life go catch a stain you get the drop you let it rain

From da last time that I seen you nothing new and nothing changed

I might change for da better but ian changing for no change

Real niggas move in silence get involved do what say

Play 'em close and watch ya circle cause the closes niggas change

That's like talking to the law idk these niggas strange

We was chillin on the block and I'm like bro let's make a bang

When you really know niggas give a Fuck like what you claim

She said last time when she slid I

Dropped my draws I did my thing

See a Nigga like me hard to believe hard to obtain

Yea I got a Bitch after you but after when she came

And I keep on fucking on 'er but I know this Bitch insane

You don't wanna take this route stay in ya place stay in ya lane

Why the fuck they think they know me? Cause they heard about my name?

And I'm fucking on a rap Bitch know she rap ain't know she sing

And this Bitch she on my Dick she on my balls but she can't hang

And you better watch ya tone cause I don't wanna make it ring

She wanna fuck me she wanna fuck bro then we run that bitch a train

She expensive she that bitch she just want the flyest things

Don't want Alexander McQueen she want Alexander Wang

I was fucking up the game way before we use to tang

If a Nigga fuck wit me then he dumb he lose his brain

Stop all that dissing on the net

I ain't in the social beefs

Want to know how the nigga died?

He was dissing on lil shh, Caught him lacking at the store

He ain't even have his heat don't give a fuck about these bitches

Why i got heartless on my sleeve

Nigga, You ain't really like that you ain't even on ya block

Back door was wide open we ain't even have to knock

Man, Stop with all that dissing for your ass get dropped

Making one phone call, And your ass getting popped

Can't go out like shh, Got a couple head shots

Brodie caught him in the lot, How you ain't know that bitch was plotting?

Man you thinking with your dick, That's how lil shh got picked

You ain't even get your get back

That's why we smoking on that shh pack, Shh