Sneak Dissa lyrics
by Doe Boy & Southside
[Intro: Doe Boy]
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Brrt, brrt)
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us (Gang, gang)
808 Mafia
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go)
Know that b*tch a cheater, give no f*ck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood (Skrrt), give no f*ck 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a n*gga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pus*y, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Fool, oh really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
You be talkin', but you really sweet, n*gga
p*ss all on your grave, you can't rest in pеace, n*gga
Shooters on the wеst, shooters on the east, n*gga
My b*tch just like me, yeah, she like to creep, n*gga (Oh really?)
I ain't talkin' bout cheatin', I go creep and see, n*gga (Skrrt)
Shot up, now his homie screamin', "Please breathe, n*gga"
Tried to warn you, I ain't one to beef with you
Light him up, he glowed up, yeah, we Chief Keef n*ggas (Let's go)
Slump his ass over, he gon' need help, dawg
Choppa caught his ass in traffic, knocked his seatbelt off
I don't pay full price for bodies, I get retail, n*gga (I get retail)
Brodie rolled your dead homie, how that weed smell, n*gga?
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin' (Let's go)
Know that b*tch a cheater, give no f*ck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood, give no f*ck 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a n*gga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pus*y, you's a sneak dissa
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest-in-Peace picture (Oh really?)
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
R.I.P., n*gga (pus*y)
Yeah, catch SlimeBall in Paradise, in the east, n*gga
Still in the street totin' heat, n*gga
Run up on me, you feet, n*gga
Gas him up, put him in the blunt, fire him up (Yeah)
Get a young n*gga, put him in the closet, have my young n*gga tie him up (Hahahaha, EA-ski)
Slime don't give no f*ck 'bout beef, pull up on me, sh*t ain't sweet
Say you eat, I eat (Oof)
Say you creep, I creep on street
Heard a lot of crickets on your street, you b*tches don't want no beef (Damn)
Get my tummy full, I eat you
Richer than you and all your people
n*gga, you a negative sign, I'm plussed up
b*tch n*gga, we never equal (Straight up)
'Bout time for a gangsta feature (Yeah)
Doe Boy, send them packs, I need 'em (Gangsta)
This that real skreet sh*t, mane (Gangsta)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
(Oh really?) I know I'm a demon, but these Diors I rock, Christian (These Christian Dior)
When I shoot that heater, better run, 'cause I'm not missin'
Know that b*tch a cheater, give no f*ck, I'm not trippin' (Mwah, mwah)
Sneakin' through your hood, give no f*ck 'bout sneak disses (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Don't care 'bout no prison, see a opp, we risk it (See a opp, we risk it)
Caught a n*gga broad day (Brrt-brrt-brrt), now he missin' (Let's go)
You's a sneak dissa, pus*y, you's a sneak dissa (pus*y ass boy)
Now you 'bout to end up with a Rest in Peace picture (Oh really?)
(R-I-P)
[Outro: Doe Boy]
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us
Demons R Us, Demons R Us, don't come play with us, gang-gang