Keep Dissing lyrics
by Real Boston Richey
[Intro]
Let's go, let's go
Manpack that ship up man, we gotta get up out this b*tch
[Pre-Chorus]
I'll blow that sh*t b*tch I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know why n*ggas dying, 'cause n*ggas keep dissing
[Chorus]
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
f*cking hoes and keying doors that's just how we livin'
[Verse 1]
She done popped an Adderall now she say she miss me
She gone pull up and eat it all, only when she tipsy
Runnin' circles around these hoes, treat them like a frisbee
Why the f*ck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me
Damn, I swear I hate a b*tch who want all the attention
b*tch you trippin', I got enough cheese I could buy a Richie
I told my dawg don't pop no more of them Percs, he be in his feelings
I'm tryna fly her out to Turk but damn this b*tch they trippin'
You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension
Tired of putting n*ggas on and they don't do nothing with it
I'm tired of n*ggas saying they on, but they never spin it
I'm tired of b*tches shakin' ass, get mad, when I won't hit it
[Pre-Chorus]
I'll blow that sh*t b*tch I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know why n*ggas dying, 'cause n*ggas keep dissing
[Chorus]
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
f*cking hoes and keying doors that's just how we livin'
[Verse 2]
n*ggas knowin' where we bang, never go out against the grave
We've been knockin' sh*t down, from the streets, the Chain Gang
Slidin' 'round with the Drac', get the "Wow" wood-grained
Call my dawg a "f*ck n*gga," it's just a Florida thing
I don't wanna go to no more parties, call me Coi Leray
And all my exes think I'm lit
Load 'em b*tches where they stay
God, I knew that life's a b*tch, but we pray for better day
Every n*gga that play with Boston, gotta put it in they face
Seen these trolls hit the block, had to go the other way
Remember putting it down on Keith Street, that was just the other day
f*ck a twenty-eight, his first shot, we came through and escalate
Quick to cross yo' partner out, n*gga we the renegades
[Pre-Chorus]
I'll blow that sh*t b*tch I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know why n*ggas dying, 'cause n*ggas keep dissing
[Chorus]
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
f*cking hoes and keying doors that's just how we livin'