Stop Dissing Lyrics

I don't know why niggas always talkin' bout a snitch

Seen Richard at that game and he ran man he a bitch

JD ass tryna run up damn near beat him, out his kicks

If Lil Divi ass was outside, he be askin' for his kit

That's on three, if them niggas keep on playin

Boy, we gon' murder three, 187

Send a pussy straight to heaven he on a Tee

Niggas gangsta, but we runnin' to the gram when it's beef

Had to go on JD shit, cause I was feelin' like JV

Took my mask off, now it's time to drill a nigga

Remember when I used to hoop, but now I'm out here killin' niggas

I'm the type to walk up on you, then spill a nigga

Feel like Ju , banana clip up in this chop I'm finna peel a nigga

Niggas always claimin' shit that they ain't do

So when I slide, I'ma make sure that I catch another two

Cause when I pop, I'ma drop another deuce

My man's locked, but if I catch em, it's gon' be free' me too

I swear this shit in my religion, bitch, I only rap the truth

I'm finna spark a right now, three-five in the booth

Got a whole bow with me with your bitch in the coupe

Bring that pape back to me, bitch, that's all you gotta do

You would never catch me lacking, keep a blick on standby

Five-five-six, leave a nigga assed out

He hangin' out the window, Brody get his ass na

Yeah, that's gon' lay his ass down

Coulda did it to that nigga Leek so many times

Get a bitch or his man just to get that nigga slimed

He don't think that he a die, ok I'm finna blow his mind

What the fuck is a deuce? I just poured it in my pop, nigga

Ju done turned the traction off we finna go slide

Like that opp bitch, she gon' ghost ride, she can eat the dick

I mean, I don't mind, worried about a bitch, you need to go slide

Wake up to a bag and I can stand on it

What about that T, we put your mans on it

Brand new big B's, I blew a band on em

Bitch, I'm quick to get the blowing up the fan on em

Man, them niggas tell a story, that shit a fantasy

I'm with a nigga, bitch, not cause she a fan of me

And I know a nigga spit on your mans, his name Stanley

And I know a nigga who shoot up cribs and hit your family

Shit, we ain't, know we was finna stump JD, that shit was random

Oh you seen that nigga, send the lo, we finna blam him

Nigga think he finna cop a pole , we finna ham him

Nigga think he finna get some sauce, we finna scam em

Seen that nigga in that car, we lit it up like it's a candle

556, that's some shit a deuce can't handle

High as hell, shit be fuckin' up my chest

Brung a bag to the crib, and ju be fuckin' up the rest

We at that party, Opps be duckin' all the reck

He shot my finger, but he shoulda wore a vest

Nigga, listen clearly, bitch, we aim above the chest

Nigga, she think I love her, I just want her for the neck

Nigga, she think I'm dumb, she just want me for the check

Nigga, come send the lo so we can put some shit to rest

Freaky bitch tried to kiss me, she ain't even get a peck

I'm finna foul out, I'm hittin' niggas with that tech

Man, pits, in this shit, finna send it to the Vet

If my nigga JV was free, he woulda took your scat, nigga

Alright bet, nigga, I ain't got no weed, so I smoked a black, nigga

I'm finna give your ass a pape, you don't know how to dress, nigga

I'm finna take this nigga stick, cause he don't ever step, nigga

I ain't really bout to smoke no fuckin' black

I'll pull up in that fuckin' black cat, nigga

I be on the war and really sell a crack, nigga

Catch a deuce, you know I'ma get him fapped with it

I'm on three, nigga