SNEAK DISS lyrics

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Mama always told me not to say nun mean
Well my daddy told me "stick a motherf*cker when you need"
Safe to say I took the lesson from my pops, look at me, 23
Never been payin' respect to those who don't believe
K-R-double E-P in the S-T-R-double E-T-Z
With a Hennessy [?] on my feet
Drink till my liver can't take no more n' my soul tell me to take it slow
I do not have no self control and I'm always about to explode
Put a motherf*cker in the ground
Next to a stone that says "I f*ck with GHOSTE"
I hustle for my cash and then I don't know where it goes
Start a week with two G's
But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind
Cause I still make more than you would ever post online
Where you stay sittin' in your grandma's home

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave
[Verse 2: Lil Infamous]
b*tch I got eyes like a sparrow
Double barrel, pull out bone marrow
None narrow, never on your throat choke on this metal
Never leave my home without the chrome, chaperone
Shawty is mad at me cause I am run from collateral
And I’m compatible with these bandanas or doing drugs
The sicker ones are underneath the Tommy gun
Bullets travel, better run like it’s a f*cking triathlon
I pull out the stretcher
These hollow rounds in n*ggas like Hannibal Lecter
The 44 under the dresser like a compressor
Van is special when I catch em

[Verse 3: LOCODUNIT]
Must not know that I snatch his lips right off his face
Take your b*tch and pick her up and throw her in a phantom state
b*tch, I need my mula up front so I don't play about my cake
Tie you up and lay you in the middle of the interstate
You a [?] f*cking with my lonesome
Smack you with that pistol till your nuts close to stun gun
b*tch, Loco better, hoe, I'm killing for a Honda
Send a pair of hollow tips straight through your eardrums
Okay now

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE]
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave
[Outro: GHOSTEMANE]
pus*y motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, never to my face
Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way
Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink
Having you seizin' like a epileptic b*tch at a rave