STOP DISSING lyrics

[Intro: Dee Billz]
(Like, grrah, grrah, like)
(Like die Oz)
(Like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Da-Da-Damn, Lil FckBwoy man you know that I be killin' sh*t)
(Like die Oz)
(Stop f*cking dissing, man)
(Get off our di*k)
(This our last response to n*ggas)
(Suck my di*k)
(Every opp shot)
(Said I'm on the block with the shooters maneuver the ruler is hittin' medullas)

[Verse 1: Dee Billz]
We in the party, don't got the knocka'
I got the scalp in the sock, like
Kali be clutching the rock
KR with me, toting the Glock
Who that in that sheisty? Take it off, like
My n*ggas ready for war
Bullets hit his face, hit his pores
And she cleaning it up like chores, damn
WintеrDaBum, she gotta go
f*ck the Mitch, I don't care if thеy Loc
Flock him down if he throw up the Folk
f*ck the X, we don't f*ck with the Oz
Catch Yus Gz, throw more than two
He only be in the kitchen or stu'
And that other b*tch getting it too
How you 41K? But we made you
Ask about when I ran into Freshy
He couldn't walk he got left by the deli
My n*ggas move too heavy
My n*ggas need 'em a OA or Chevy
Edot put a hole in his head like a dolphin, like
That could never be me
No more OYOGz, I don't care if the way [?]
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Feenin' to ball, we can hoop
Too official, got nothing to prove
It's a opp in the spot, big bro poofed him, like
This ain't no regular music (Graah, Graah, Graah)
Graah, he moving wock gotta boom him
With a .30 I feel like LeBron
f*ck-f*ck that, that n*gga gone
After the drill, had to [?]
How-how is you 41K?
Like told bro kick each EA
4s on top, we still untouched, like
Who really bigger than us?
He get hit if he uppin' the Blixk, like
Die Y, big Dot in my spliff
New-new opp, mix it with Caine
For my brother I'm uppin' that thing

[Verse 3: TaTa]
[?] run into n*ggas be capping
Dummy boy, no I'm not with the chatting n*gga
I can't wait til I catch me a rapper n*gga
Up the knocka' you know I'ma blast it, blow like a ratchet
n*ggas know I keep a gun, big 41
I had to get this sh*t tatted, and if I pass it to Star
Word to my mother, that n*gga is scoring that basket
And these n*ggas not doing no drills
They not on they block, they just be dissing in raps
Im on court with the rock, I'm like Chuck, they ran out of luck
I feel like Shaq on the Mavericks
f*ck a cigarette, sh*t can get lit
f*ck the Mitchell n*ggas, they ain't crip
Why this Yus Gz n*gga on di*k?
If I see Scottie I'm clickin' that b*tch
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
In the 8, carrying chops
I came back this sh*t don't stop
I can't be caught without my knock, graah
Carter can't be stopped
Like, and these b*tches not 41k
I see that b*tch, she get hit in her face
Can't-can't lie backdoor was open
But, bet they won't try her today
Dee Billion, he be itching to click it
Don't run, beam on the Smithen
I can't speak on this sh*t 'cause I know that we did it
[?] said f*ck it, might spin in a civic
Four shots to the bar, I took one to the head, like
I'm only used to the [?]
They like "Carter you know that you different"
And that's why I have been keeping my distance