Diss God - PontiacMadeDDG Diss Track lyrics

Part I: Produced by Lil Laudiano [Intro] Yuh [Verse 1] I'm a muhf**in' a**hole, but you knew the sh** Moved to LA, n***as fake, but I'm used to this I tipped the b**h a blue hunnid then she blew this dick You chase a hoe every month, n***a, choose a b**h n***a, f** yo i8, b**h, got the 'Rari Flight talkin' sh**, but what happened to Ari Ari? You just summoned out this demon, n***a, "Charlie Charlie" Cash old as f** and his hairline sorry, sorry Darryl know he took the L, now he wanna box Made the p**y cut his hair, I feel like a box I'm 'bout to Swiper-swipe yo b**h, I feel like a fox Got these Timbs on my feet but I'm not from the Bronx Stop tryna diss me, you can't beat the best You can tell this sh** Supreme when you see the "S" I just call it how I see it, I should be a ref Zias look like a gorilla, b**h, beat yo chest (uh, uh) Part II: Produced by PrinceTheProducer [Intro] Yuh, yuh RIP DDG, man Yuh n***a's a lil b**h a** n***a, man, wanna go with the Diss God? Aight, bet! Oh, he gon' regret this b**h [Verse 2] What is that on the top of yo lip? Seen you at Flight Club, you was not with the sh**s Little 5 foot Darryl keep talkin' that sh** And you leased your i8, so how the f** are you rich? Ten vids on a n***a, get the f** off my dick Tryna hit me but you missed, like your shot from the three Stop talkin' 'bout shooters, b**h, you not from the streets Why you always wearin' Buffies but you not from the D You a short a** n***a, ol' dwarf a** n***a "I like her, I like her" ol' torn a** n***a "I'ma make a diss track that's just a chorus" a** n***a You a broke b**h, got the cheapest foreign a** n***a Yuh, you know you a large, why are all your shirts a medium? How you got a million but barely get a million? Put that red dot on his forehead like a Indian This is not you channel, b**h, it's Kennedy's and Jillian's I'm comin' at yo neck big chopper, n***a, doo-doo-doo How you gonna let RiceGum's shadow get more views than you? Dejonta Murray took your girl, you a lame b**h Say you hate when n***as take flows, then explain this? Remember when I called yo girl and she answered naked? She just got out of the shower and she still answered Played Cash and got crossed like a double agent Now you mad 'cause yo dirty a** couldn't f** Chandler Every song that you drop, it made me laugh harder Think yo ex a pearl, but she look like Mr. Krab's daughter Flexin' with a thou? b**h, you need to get your racks larger This belt goes around and comes around like some bad karma Just for comin' at my neck, yo gon' get exposed I'm bout to tell y'all n***as somethin' that you didn't know I wouldn't do this but yo a** actin' like a hoe MysticGotJokes s**ed all on your girl's toes Right in front of him, ooh, I had to come for him We gon' box, p**y boy, you know I'm done wit' him Mystic had them toes in his mouth with the tongue on 'em Hit him with that jab, uppercut, havin' fun with him Twenty ads on every vid, you are not rich Wanna box 'cause you used to do it, you are not slick Let him s** on your girl's toes like a soft b**h Stood there and watched, stupid n***a, you are not sh** We don't sleep on no beef (we ain't sleepin' on them n***as) If you hard, why you block me on Twitter, ayy We don't play wit' no beef, yuh (we ain't playin' wit' em) That should tell you he's a b**h a** lil n***a, ayy Tweetin' at me all week, yuh (stop tweetin' at me) Stop cryin', n***a, get up out yo feelings, ayy We don't squash no beef, yuh (we ain't squashin' nothin') You a short lil b**h, call you Krillin, ayy (b-b-b-b-b-b-boom!)