Not Ah Diss lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Yeah
n*gga
Look (Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)

[Chorus]
Ayy, let me set the record straight 'cause I ain't never been no b*tch
My cousin cliquin' up with suckers, sh*t, I guess that's what it is
n*ggas broke, go tell lil' Mari go find somewhere for him to live
Just like his pops, gon' leave that n*gga stiff below the hips
Hold on, wait, if you think that was disrespectful, wait for this
f*ck that n*gga Rich, he died without his hair just like a b*tch
Not a diss, it's funky over here, come get a whiff
NCAA, b*tch, I'm in Madden mode, let's send a blitz

[Verse 1]
Drop some Wocky on her tongue and ask lil' bitty how it taste
Bounced up out the lo', you should've seen the look on buddy face
Captain Save-A-Ho, you lovin' on that b*tch, go grab a K
Prop the door, his body drop and start to Harlem Shake
Go ask around, who had you n*ggas runnin' laps?
You n*ggas pus*y, seen us low and damn near had a heart attack
This new Gen came with a twin, I call this sh*t the starter pack
They puttin' random n*ggas on, they might as well go start a draft (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, let me set the record straight 'cause I ain't never been no b*tch
My cousin cliquin' up with suckers, sh*t, I guess that's what it is
n*ggas broke, go tell lil' Mari go find somewhere for him to live
Just like his pops, gon' leave that n*gga stiff below the hips
Hold on, wait, if you think that was disrespectful, wait for this
f*ck that n*gga Rich, he died without his hair just like a b*tch
Not a diss, it's funky over here, come get a whiff
NCAA, b*tch, I'm in Madden mode, let's send a blitz

[Verse 2]
Might f*ck around and pop his mama if she in the way
Just send me with the demons, ain't no room up at the heaven gates
That n*gga took some shots and still alive, you should've hit his face
Yeah, ayy, I would've faced dude
Searchin' for some smoke, but then got jiggy once it came through
If I was Gotti opp and he got popped, then I would hate too
'Net beef, it seem to me you tryna hit The Shade Room
b*tch, yeah, come and get p*ssy
I'ma pop regardless, even if he got that b*tch with him
See I'm goin' dumb, she left me hangin', now that b*tch miss me
Hot sh*t, big b*tch, ten milli', call it Miss Piggy
Yeah, yeah, call it Miss Piggy

[Outro]
n*gga