KREAYSHAWN DISS lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna f*ck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna f*ck and they boyfriends wanna feature us

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Aye, big gun same size as a little kid
Pulling money out that b*tch like she a ATM
Make friends? Nah, boy, I wanna make bands
'Cause I want a Jag' and my shorty want a pink Benz
Thought you could do me in, nah, think again
'Cause my n*gga Lil Traphouse keep a good stick
Got a foreign b*tch and a hood b*tch
Remember walking in the kitchen, BB Sun cooking grits
If I fall off, Raven gon' pick me up
Diamond cut, shine hard, they reflect the sun

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna f*ck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up

[Verse 2: Lil Traphouse]
First of all, all my b*tches get press
Call the b*tch on the phone, tell the b*tch get dressed
Today I just finessed, blue hunnids look depressed
I shoot [?] guns, make your jeans look distressed
Yes, I run that b*tch back like a knitted sweater
Clip [?] banana, hanging out like a tape measure
Yeah, I break so many b*tches I might break a record
[?] like I'm Def Leopard
I bought a .30 and an AK-47
n*ggas flexing on the 'Gram and they ain't never clapped a weapon
Sneak dissing young [?] sneak them [?], last n*gga tried to slap them with the MAC-11
[Verse 3: Lil Raven]
Aye, last night I got sucked and I got some paper
My white boy got a MAC and a blue laser
I'll f*ck the ho but I won't date her
I don't need no hands outs, n*gga, I don't need no favors
Shawty eyeing me, now she wanna choose on me
Nothing ain't free, b*tch, I gotta choose a fee
I can't trust these n*ggas 'cause they be losing me
You ain't fooling me, you ain't know I had the tool with me
Aye, I'm in a foreign with the roof missing
Cartier frame, I got new vision
I slide on any opp, f*ck who with 'em