Slick Dissing lyrics

[Intro]
Man, you know what the f*ck it is, mane
pus*y-ass n*gga
Ruff Wayy sh*t, n*gga
All that slick dissing
They gon' have to lay 'bout that sh*t, on gang
Lord, have mercy

[Verse]
When pressure hit, I know some youngins do it on the muscle
But it ain't sh*t for me to come mark
You done with the cutter
Stop sending threats through your keyboard, that sh*t ain't gutter
Them b*tches steppin' with three rods, go get your brother
We strap bad, need an army just to take us
Creep up on you, no mask, let the Draco f*ck your face up
pus*y n*ggas be mad, don't understand why they hate us
Really, they sleeping on me, finna make them b*tches wake up
Go, ask your brother 'bout the Youngan, he know how I'm livin'
n*ggas out here di*k riding, wanna have my children
What's on your chest? That's a bet, oh, that's how you feelin'?
Better yet, we at your neck, broad day we spinnin'
The last time a n*gga play with me? It's been a minute
Clutchin' thirty eight's and thirty K's
Ain't sh*t to get you finished
Throwin' slang, speakin' on my name
Guess you want attention, b*tch, stay in your lane
For that gang, let you feel extensions
My lil' youngin', he the dumbest, yeah, he trained to go
Ain't too official, let the missile bring the scope
Catch you in the face and f*ck around and rearrange your nose
But if we miss, we spin again
Up and let 'em bang some more, let it rain some more
Now you know you up in danger mode
Think I play for Duke the way I shoot
b*tch, I came to score, Draco holdin' seventy fife, I'm bustin' 'til it ain't no more
Gon' pull up with them heaters, trigger squeezin', b*tch, we came for smoke
With this burner I can turn a n*gga head hot, b*tch, you out of luck
No need to duck, I got the red dot
And if you try to jack you, gettin' whacked
f*ck a leg shot, I'm pushin' your sh*t back (Gunshots)
Take some head shots
[Chorus]
Slick dissing on 'nem songs, gon' make me whack a b*tch
You peak again, I spin a bend, pull up, hop out and crack his sh*t
Give a b*tch-n*gga twenty one shots, we on some savage sh*t
Catch me in traffic, b*tch, make the ratchet do a magic trick
You gon' disapear when I start clappin', this my magic stick
Lil' b*tch, stop that actin', I'll smash you and who you lackin' with
If you with your ho, she gotta go, yeah, we gon' smash a b*tch
I'm better off trappin', but I'm nasty with this rappin' sh*t
Slick dissing on 'nem songs, gon' make me whack a b*tch
You peak again, I spin a bend, pull up, hop out and crack his sh*t
Give a b*tch-n*gga twenty one shots, we on some savage sh*t
Catch me in traffic, b*tch, make the ratchet do a magic trick
You gon' disapear when I start clappin', this my magic stick
Lil' b*tch, stop that actin', I'll smash you and who you lackin' with
If you with your ho, she gotta go, yeah, we gon' smash a b*tch
I'm better off trappin', but I'm nasty with this rappin' sh*t

[Outro]
Slick dissing on 'nem songs, gon' make me whack a b*tch
You peak again, I spin a bend, pull up, hop out and crack his sh*t
Give a b*tch-n*gga twenty one shots, we on some savage sh*t
Catch me in traffic, b*tch, make the ratchet do a magic trick