End Of Stan 2 (D McFlurry Diss Part 2) (Raider Klan Killa Response) lyrics

[Intro]
This man, he so damn retarded, bro
This man still in his feelings, man
'Cause his ass ain't go no sauce

[Hook]
All these n*ggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
pus*y n*gga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n*ggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
pus*y boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off

[Verse 1]
You ain't made a hit in two years
Your main b*tch know that you a queer
Musty ass n*gga still dissin'
But nobody don't know who he is
My b*tch ass fatter than your b*tch ass
Her ass bigger than your whole career
You a Naruto gangster, Pokemon gangster
Why you tryna act like you real?
pus*y, you a lil n*gga
You be wearin' Team Jordans
b*tch you live with ten n*ggas
How the f*ck you gettin' money?
I see why you hate your life
n*gga, you was born bummy
And you have the nerve to rock a grill
Boy, your ass funny
Boy, your f*cking grill big as f*ck, like some brass knuckles
n*gga teeth stay poking out like a belt buckle
Musty ass n*gga gettin' mad 'cause we taking over
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
We them bloody brothers
[Bridge]
Yall n*ggas know what's happening and sh*t
Black Money Boyz, Death Row, f*ck n*gga
We takin' over the whole city
We f*ckin' all these n*ggas' b*tches, man
Taking all these n*ggas' hoes, these n*ggas gettin' mad, my n*gga
But it's cool, you know how we gettin' it
sh*t

[Hook]
All these n*ggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
pus*y n*gga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n*ggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
pus*y boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off

[Verse 2]
We the hottest n*ggas in the city
None of these n*ggas f*ckin' wit me
pus*y n*gga get up out your feelings
Why you yelling in the mic for?
pus*y n*gga never killin' sh*t
He'll do it on a joystick
BMB money, Klan sh*t
You will never get rid of this
Boy, your dreads look like midget legs
Boy, your breath smell like dog sh*t
Raider Klan be the set n*gga
pus*y n*gga, that's your only hit
Now the pus*y n*gga fallin' off
Cause his video ain't blow
Who you think you is, Travis Scott?
Hoppin' 'round like a broke hoe
n*gga better mind his business
Hit him up and hit the witness
Feeling like I'm Peyton Manning
'Cause a n*gga always with me
Boy, your music so confusing
If I play it 'round some b*tches
You gon' run away the b*tches
'Cause your music sound like b*tchin'
You be f*ckin' groupie b*tches
I be f*ckin' model b*tches
You be shopping at the city [?]
With them dusty Bugle Boy pants
When I met you, boy, you was a fan
You a bum, eating out the can
pus*y n*gga gotta give it up
Lame n*gga, you are not a Stan
[Bridge]
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
Death Row, man, Black Money Boyz, man
You know what I'm sayin'
The flyest n*gga out here
Taking all these n*ggas' b*tches
Takin' all these n*ggas' hoes
Gettin' to that money, n*gga
What's happenin'?

[Hook]
All these n*ggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
pus*y n*gga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my n*ggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
pus*y boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
pus*y boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off