[Lyric] Not A Diss (ShooterGang VJ)

[Intro]
Aye
This ain’t no diss song nigga I’m just speakin’ facts
Fuck the suckas
Smokin’ dead niggas
Look

[Chorus]
Roll that Bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, nigga this a stick up
He got his bitch fucked, I got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that bitch up
Them niggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
Bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
Didn’t smoke ‘em, but I’m smokin’ on this Jody Woah
Get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow

[Verse 1]
Gangbang and step nigga really all I know
Zaza and dead niggas really all I smoke
Four-fives and ten milli’s really all i blow
No lie, it get tricky you ain’t got your pole
See what happened to the last nigga when he tried it
Got caught in traffic made ‘em crash now that nigga [?]
Keep it real his homies poppin’ from that nigga dyin’
Cuz they a lot of rappin’ not a bit of slidin‘
Wait, did them North niggas slide when Jaylon died?
I know they didn’t have to slide when Lil Jon died
His cousin died, Mac J took a sucka life
Billboard your song, have you celebrate your cousin life
My brother died, know what happened I ain’t gotta share
I ‘ah pop a nigga daddy if he try to play
I seen a opp nigga add me on his live today
Tell that nigga drop the addy, I got time today
[Chorus]
Roll that Bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, nigga this a stick up
He got his bitch fucked, I got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that bitch up
Them niggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
Bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
Didn’t smoke ‘em, but I’m smokin’ on this Jody Woah
Get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow

[Verse 2]
I told her stop tryna flirt, it’ll never work
I had to pop another perc, for the second verse
The ridge hurt, prolly on their 42nd shirt, damn
‘Fore I ever made a verse, I was steppin’ first
Just put a sucka in a stogie, and it got me chokin’
Same nigga that I smoked, that’s what I be smokin
Aye [?] roll me up that eight of Bris
Got me floatin’, keep it goin’
Imma pour a eight of Tris in this soda
Makin songs wit’ dead niggas, go dig ‘em up
That nigga gone, he dead nigga so just give it up
Said I was done wit’ dead niggas, but shit what the fuck?
Smoking [?] wit’ greg in it got a nigga stuck
Stockton niggas cliqué’n up just to get a buzz
Joc nigga switched it up, when we didn’t buzz
He asked Jody for a feature it’s been 20 months
When you already fuck wit suckas, man you niggas gov’s
Never do shit, and ain’t gon’ shoot shit
Last 5 P niggas died on some fluke shit
All ave niggas really die to this gang shit
Bizzy got smoked outta state, tryna play bitch, aye
[Chorus]
Roll that Bris up, and pour a six up
We tie the kids up, nigga this a stick up
He got his bitch fucked, I got my dick sucked
He on there crying, think it’s time to give that bitch up
Them niggas dyin’ why they lyin’ like they up the sco’?
Bend it over, touch your toes like it’s on the flo’
Didn’t smoke ‘em, but I’m smokin’ on this Jody Woah
Get disrespectful in these songs, but they know we blow