2 Stainz (2 Chainz Diss) lyrics

[C-Murder talking]
This how we do it on my block
Pop or get popped, kill or get killed
Drop or get dropped, I'm the realest n*gga out here
I made this TRU sh*t 2 Chainz f*ck you n*gga
pus*y ass n*gga di*k in the booty hole ass n*gga
You'd be a hoe you was in the pen n*gga
f*ck wit my sh*t, TRU Global for life n*gga

[C-Murder]
I'm the realest n*gga ever wore a TRU chain
This goes out to that b*tch n*gga 2 Chainz
You can never be me cause you too lame
I'll pop you in the chest and make two stainz
And if I catch you a vest then my next aim
Is to your head motherf*cker n*gga dead game
Hey man a real n*gga tried to warn ya
You f*ckin' with this Calliope I leave ya on the corner

[C-Murder]
2 Chainz boy you a pus*y ass n*gga
Ol fake ass n*gga tryna be a TRU n*gga
Boy you're reppin' my sh*t n*gga actin' like a b*tch
Now you gotta get f*cked by this Calliope click
With no rubber no grease no f*ckin' police
In the streets I'm a creep I'll put your ass to sleep
I done peeped at ya dawg I done hollered for your ford
Made a phone call and all y'all was actin' like broads
I swear to god if I see you I might lose my religion
You ain't never been in the kitchen cookin' up chickens
Prolly be a stool pigeon for the cops if you caught a misdemeanor
Ain't never had a scale or a triple beamer
And no bail no arrest no bulletproof vest
No fake p*ss tryna pass law test
This n*gga can't be me you can't be C
b*tch I rep the 3 until a n*gga bury me
[C-Murder]
I'm the realest n*gga ever wore a TRU chain
This goes out to that b*tch n*gga 2 Chainz
You can never be me cause you too lame
I'll pop you in the chest and make two stainz
And if I catch you a vest then my next aim
Is to your head motherf*cker n*gga dead game
Hey man a real n*gga tried to warn ya
You f*ckin with this Calliope I leave ya on the corner

[VS]
b*tch I'm on my A-Game, polo jockey high hearts
Got a lot of sh*t I care for but this TRU sh*t n*gga I die for it
Live life like the movies I ain't talkin' Tri Star
Try to run on me b*tch I'm Bruce Willis, Die Hard
All you b*tches think I'm so fly
Cause I stay on my sh*t n*gga
One thing I will never be two words b*tch n*gga
One thing though I gotta be two words rich n*gga
You Tity Boy, f*ck boy, snitch n*gga
2 Chainz bout that meek mouth
You ain't bout that jail house
Three four hours you locked up
b*tch you tryna bail out
b*tch I saw you runnin' on YouTube
Fallin' out of them new shoes
I heard about it on Facebook, and you TRU?
[C-Murder]
I'm the realest n*gga ever wore a TRU chain
This goes out to that b*tch n*gga 2 Chainz
You can never be me cause you too lame
I'll pop you in the chest and make two stainz
And if I catch you a vest then my next aim
Is to your head motherf*cker n*gga dead game
Hey man a real n*gga tried to warn ya
You f*ckin with this Calliope I leave ya on the corner

[C-Murder talking]
f*ckin' with the wrong thing my n*gga
f*ck 2 Chainz
This goes out to that b*tch n*gga 2 Chain
This from the murder man homie, Calliope all day