"Not A Diss" lyrics
Grrt
If it's some bread up on the head, no matter the cost, go get him (Come here, come here)
Y'all know how the fuck we comin', we steppin' on y'all necks
Yeah, grrt, come here
If it's a bag up on his head, for bread, we goin' to get him (Come here, come here)
Pass out body bags, toe tags and send niggas to the 'spital (Grrt)
Make sure he DOA when we go slide, last time, he left in critical (Left in critical)
Bounced out ARP, I bet this 5.56 fuck up his mental (Come here, come here)
Brand-new binary just filled up with lead, I call this bitch a pencil (Grrah)
We ain't talk in days, she text my phone, damn, bae, know I miss you (Yeah, I missed you)
Micro Drac' beat through his tissue (Beat through his tissue)
Big-ass shit shoot like a missile (Like missile)
Lil'-ass 9, boy, you wastin' time, you better go get a nickel (Grrah)
She eat dick like it's a pickle
Don't suck the balls, my shit gon' tickle (Shit gon' tickle)
Don't play with bronem, they gon' drench you (Drench)
He don't play ball, so they had benched him (Sittin' on bench)
The opps not up on shit, he seen my face at Hyde Park and I bitched him (His ass a bitch)
Caught him out in traffic with his bitch, he died before she kissed him (Skrrt, brrt, bah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ridin' in exotic (Come here, come here)
Nah, I wasn't surprised, he tried to hide, we still had ran his pockets (Ran his pockets)
My lil' shorty shoot just like James Harden, ballin' like the Rockets (Grrah)
This lil' bitch a fan, called me her man, I told that bitch to stop it (Bitch, stop it)
Arab homie AMF
I bust a right, 12 bust a left (Skrrt, skrrt)
Roll up the opps, I'm smokin' death
I'm doin' wrong but still be blessed (Still blessed)
Walkin' to the store, caught with his cousin, shot all in the chest (Grrah)
Dumpin' 'bows from Cali to the 'Raq, I really smoke the best (Smokin' death)
Can't say much 'cause buddy checked
Them chopper shells beat through his vest (Brrt, bah)
Them face shots fucked up his flesh
Five niggas dead, gotta get the rest (Get the rest)
Dick all in her throat, she finna choke, this bitch finna make a mess (Ew)
Dissin' all on live, we caught him loafin', put that boy to rest (Grrah)
Y'all know how the fuck we comin'
We steppin' on necks all 2024, grrt, uh
Come here, come here
Come here, come here, come here, come here
If it's some bread up on the head, no matter the cost, go get him (Come here, come here)
Y'all know how the fuck we comin', we steppin' on y'all necks
Yeah, grrt, come here
If it's a bag up on his head, for bread, we goin' to get him (Come here, come here)
Pass out body bags, toe tags and send niggas to the 'spital (Grrt)
Make sure he DOA when we go slide, last time, he left in critical (Left in critical)
Bounced out ARP, I bet this 5.56 fuck up his mental (Come here, come here)
Brand-new binary just filled up with lead, I call this bitch a pencil (Grrah)
We ain't talk in days, she text my phone, damn, bae, know I miss you (Yeah, I missed you)
Micro Drac' beat through his tissue (Beat through his tissue)
Big-ass shit shoot like a missile (Like missile)
Lil'-ass 9, boy, you wastin' time, you better go get a nickel (Grrah)
She eat dick like it's a pickle
Don't suck the balls, my shit gon' tickle (Shit gon' tickle)
Don't play with bronem, they gon' drench you (Drench)
He don't play ball, so they had benched him (Sittin' on bench)
The opps not up on shit, he seen my face at Hyde Park and I bitched him (His ass a bitch)
Caught him out in traffic with his bitch, he died before she kissed him (Skrrt, brrt, bah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ridin' in exotic (Come here, come here)
Nah, I wasn't surprised, he tried to hide, we still had ran his pockets (Ran his pockets)
My lil' shorty shoot just like James Harden, ballin' like the Rockets (Grrah)
This lil' bitch a fan, called me her man, I told that bitch to stop it (Bitch, stop it)
Arab homie AMF
I bust a right, 12 bust a left (Skrrt, skrrt)
Roll up the opps, I'm smokin' death
I'm doin' wrong but still be blessed (Still blessed)
Walkin' to the store, caught with his cousin, shot all in the chest (Grrah)
Dumpin' 'bows from Cali to the 'Raq, I really smoke the best (Smokin' death)
Can't say much 'cause buddy checked
Them chopper shells beat through his vest (Brrt, bah)
Them face shots fucked up his flesh
Five niggas dead, gotta get the rest (Get the rest)
Dick all in her throat, she finna choke, this bitch finna make a mess (Ew)
Dissin' all on live, we caught him loafin', put that boy to rest (Grrah)
Y'all know how the fuck we comin'
We steppin' on necks all 2024, grrt, uh
Come here, come here
Come here, come here, come here, come here
