BENDER B DISS ft. BIG CHROMIE Lyrics

Lil' Dookie bouta make this shit stinky

Fuck Bender B, dat boi is a fien

And he asked me for a hit, I said bro, what you mean

And I didn't give it to him cause he kinda look like Dream

And if we were in a boat, I would kick him to the sea

And he get me hella mad cause he do the extreme

But I wanna rap of course but I got to stick to the theme

And I hope you take some acid, hope you poison your bloodstream

And I bet way before high school you thought

You cool in supreme

Can you stop asking for hits, that shit makes me so pissed

Bender B can catch some fists, I hope you know this a diss

I got the money but your bills are counterfeit

Bitch wanna talk with a Glock, I ain't havin' it

He keep on talking, then he will be heaven sent

I don't got shit on me, please do not

mention it, uh

Chillin' in Miss Creighton's, Bender B just walked in

Bro is sniffing and looking for a new pen to hit

Chiffin' on my stuff so much I can't let him rip it

He asked for a hit, I said no, do whippets

You are so sad, you need to ask little kids for nic

I heard you look like Dream, can opener chin

Even when you're sober, I think you got brain damage

I even saw his shmeat, and that shit was average

Black is annoying, he's a little fucking bitch

Shut the fuck up, I'm recording you little shit

You can't do shit right, you a little snitch

No more hits for you kid, just hit that Nic

You little shit

Ask me for another hit, shut up dumbass I can't stand it,

I need some peace and serenity

I take that shit for granted

You are just as useless as a blind man and

an asthmatic

You can't even pull bitches, you are so unattractive