Keep Dissing 2 (with Lil Durk) Lyrics

Keep Dissing 2 (with Lil Durk) - Real Boston Richey

...

Let’s go, let’s go

Manpack that ship up man, we gotta get up out this bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Real Boston Richey]

I’ll blow that shit bitch I ain’t stingy

You can slide around with Boston if your top different

Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing

Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing

But I don’t get in that, I’m steady rackin’ up them chickens

I wanna hit the booth, but I’m stuck up in them trenches

I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me like I’m Nipsey

Fucking hoes and keying doors that’s just how we livin’

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]

She done popped an Adderall, now she say she miss me

She gone pull up and eat it all, only when she tipsy

Runnin’ circles ’round these hoes, treat ’em like a frisbee

Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me?

Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention

Bitch you trippin’, I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie

I told my dawg don’t pop no more, them young [?] is fienin

I’m tryna fly her out to Turk, but damn this bitch stay trippin’

You know I left her feelin’ hurt, I can feel the tension

Tired of puttin’ niggas on and they don’t do nothin’ with it

I’m tired of niggas saying they on, but they never spin it

I’m tired of bitches shakin’ ass, get mad, when I won’t hit it

[Pre-Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Lil Durk]

I’ll blow that shit bitch I ain’t stingy

You can slide around with Boston if your top different

Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing

Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing

But I don’t get in that, I’m steady rackin’ up them chickens

I wanna hit the booth, but I’m stuck up in them trenches

I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me like I’m Nipsey (Smurk)

Fucking hoes and keying doors that’s just how we livin’

(You know what the fuck goin’, nigga)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

I be tryna tell him, without sayin’ too much, we tryna nail him (Boom)

Bro got bodies, he a demon child, I’m brothers to a devil (Grrah)

I’ma slime you out, if brodie do it, I’m ’round, you ain’t gon’ tell it (Finesse)

I done been on hits with every gun, them Dracos ain’t gon’ fear you

All my opps some bitches, half them came to court to be a witness (Bitches)

They was switchin’, so I called them threats to bring a couple switches

And we bully killers, we take from the niggas who be takin’ (Give me that)

And I’m petty, I need a deuce, I took a pint plus what he drinkin’

I ain’t never run, had to throw my Glock, I brought another gun (Another gun)

Even though I don’t eat meat, I placed the order for another drum (Another drum)

Blue beam, ’cause that red beam don’t make the chasers