Dissers to Sprinterss lyrics

[intro]
Kelt kelt
Ha
Yea Yea baby yea
Stupid
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Stupid boy
Yea huh n*gga aye (aye)
Aye n*gga

[Verse 1]
I be with da steppas they’ll step on you bout me you come dis way ya stunt somebody go pay dat fee
Say they go rump wit me boy you ain’t go f*ck wit me
A n*gga go die up in dis b*tch a pus*y n*gga touch me
Plenty bodies we be wildin’ boy you won’t get rushed for free
Slide in da mmh watch yo back dat Glock a SRT n*gga walk it out his top I bet yo top ain’t duckin these
All dat bootin’ betta stop i go by dot pay murder fee’s
Steal ya life that’s burglary
Kill sh*t at night that purgery
I’m the one that dish out beef ain’t no n*gga out here servin’ me
n*ggas hatе I f*ck his b*tch I bet by then he hеard of me
I smoke too much don’t try to fight yo ass get burned in first degree
It’s a engine in dis b*tch I hit the gas and it’s go pull
b*tch i’m tinted ridin’ fast whats in this ride knock down a bull
b*tch i’m wit my main man something like ralo and skull
For them n*ggas thats dissin’ ralo i’ma make yall momma release a dove
My first time I ran down I went back home and hit the tub
Stood over me a pus*y filled his b*tch ass up with slugs
I ain’t type I ain’t Alright I might just squeeze dis n*gga more
n*gga know we really steppin’ I treat my opps like they lil bugs
She like my swag she want a thug
I got blue’s and I got dubs
I ain’t stingy with dis paper baby i’ll spend it just because
But I might just pay ya bills if I f*ck wit you dats love
Tell ya ex n*gga to chill that rah rah sh*t get turned to buzz (Bah Bah)
[Bridge]
Hahaha (n*gga)
Aye what the f*ck
n*gga

[Verse 2]
I been earned my stripes just like i’m tigger that pull the trigger
Grinded all my life I ain’t earn this sh*t b*tch how you figure
Send a hit my way i’ma kill the killer that’s comin n*gga
Last n*gga dat tried dat sh*t he was a dummy n*gga i’m f*ckin’ the trigger look how I pull them b*tches comin’ n*gga
Hungry what young n*gga full i’m gettin’ money n*gga
b*tch i’m ballin’ for the winter i’ma ball all summer talkin’ comma after comma get dat money up in bundles
Like f*ck dat I might go old school the carper h200 or go cop a big body or give dat sh*t way too my Momma
I dropped dat sh*t dat flood the streets it’s in my hands and I can’t fumble
On my word I tell em spread I tell my mans you work for numbers
Summer time they say it’s whats in the Glock make it december
We pop out on blocks alot and turn them dissers into sprinters

[Outro]
n*gga turn them dissers into sprinters b*tch