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 ****, before you disappear

Drop that diss, ****, drop that diss

Drop, drop, drop, drop that diss

****, 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 **** talkin' through the net

You was up with that

I heard them **** talkin', but them **** not gon' step on that

Them **** 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, ****, 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 **** 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 ****, before you disappear

Drop that diss, drop that diss

Drop, drop, drop, drop that diss

****, 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 **** 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