DTD (feat. Datboyjay1k & k4Bleeda) [DROP THAT DISS]

Drop that diss before I end your career Talkin' reckless but you've never been near Speakin' on bando like you hold some fear Better hush, little nigga, before you disappear Drop that diss, nigga, drop that diss Drop, drop, drop, drop that diss Nigga, drop, drop, drop, drop that diss I don't beef with the weak, but you askin' for L Talkin' shit from the birds, but your story ain't never tell You was beggin' for a feat, now you tryin' to throw a shell We get boxed, or we can go ball for ball, but you frail You ain't poppin' shit, you ain't got no fuckin' buzz to your name You a leech on the sea and tryna swim in my lane Auto-tune king, but your vocals still ass, that's a shame You ain't been, though, your background stay in your lane You said I was trash, look at the stats I'm up in the views, you stuck in the back You talk online, but in person you lack You in internet gangsta, that ain't respectin' that Uh, heard that nigga talkin' through the net You was up with that I heard them niggas talkin', but them niggas not gon' step on that Them niggas can't really be talkin I got them screamin' through the gate I ain't into that talkin I pull up for rent when I get If this you wanted this, I'ma put you on that spot Heard you talkin' through the net, nigga, you a fuckin' thot How you dissin' on B.J. When he mad, drunk or real I don't get no that talkin But look when this bitch the real Aye Climbing you with the old butt, she left her left, beat my beat Heard him talkin', then he went and told him bout her fuckin' dish Comin' through the front, hoppin', screamin Cause they in my section, drinkin' cake When I catch him in the snow, he gon' be missin Uh, what happened? He on the DL Cause this nigga small and fine, I'm playin' with his boy Uh, got his ass, tryna be a slut Drop that diss before I end your career Talkin' reckless, but you never been near Speakin' on bando, let you hold some fear Better hush, you little nigga, before you disappear Drop that diss, drop that diss Drop, drop, drop, drop that diss Nigga, drop, drop, drop, drop that diss How bout where that stick? You gon' miss it I'ma hit her with that chopper, make this body need this good skillin Me and my niggas drillin', you ain't do no more, I'm killin Boy, you all tapped, you ain't got no staff I'ma hit him with this round, put him in a nap Better do no runnin', get shot up in your back Better be a fact that she don't lack She got shot up in his face like she did crack She got shot up in his face like he did crack She said Charlie, don't lie