Dzy (AKA Shawn Beats) - Gold Daytons (Raider Klan Diss) lyrics

[Intro] *Laugh* So yall n***as thought I wasn't gonna respond to yall weak a** diss? Man, fu*k you Yung Samantha, Lil b**h a** n***a f** Space-Ghost-Purp, f** raider clan..all Y'all n***as some b**hes [Verse 1] I think you n***as forgot just who the f** I was Let me remind you within these bars what the f** is up Its Mr. Knuckle Up, knocking n***as out, no s**er punch Laying hands QUICK like a preacher, sh** is nothing bruh Coming up rough, gang banging, and drug slanging Run up on n***as turn em to b**hes, when the gun aiming Fake thugs claiming they real till we expose em Then we suit & tie n***as for a casket, now close it The *cards* wasn't *dealt* in ya favor so know this You act *bad, hands* or the *poker*, n***a you *folding* I go in like a kid when the street lights on My team savage fu*k WIT US! We like war Middle finger to Raider Klan, I'm disrespectful, so f** em Sending shots, size of goose eggs n***a you can't duck em Purp and Simmantha, f**ing f*ggots, all they do is dick s** and And for they dough/doe, I'm hunting like deer season, when I buck it [Hook] Imma make sure... All my real n***as feel this Hoods round the world gone ride when hear this East Coast, West Coast, Up North, Southside See a b**h n***a in ya city, look em in the eye Tell them n***as do something, (raider klan) do something Rep ya f**ing city, throw ya sets up Tell them n***as do something (Yung Simmie) do something (yeen ain't bout it) Real n***as getting popping never let up (Do something) [Verse 2] East coast n***a on a west coast beat now Like y'all doing pedicures ima show you defeat/Da feet now Normally you never see me spitting no thug sh** But the streets wanted something for Gs I said f** it Team putting vine in a trash bin, we dump clips And like Mr Hanky doing sprints, boy we run sh** Ma**acre orgies, k**ing everyone you coming/cummin wit Purp f**ing Simmie a** the only time they busting sh** Bunch a b**h n***as turn p**y when they called out This ain't a game, ya world is ending, ready for the fall out? I see what you broads bout, talking sh** and sneak dissing Simmie tryna throw bars with me? Ha he tripping If I catch you in the street, see you and ya team slipping I'm Miami in the clutch, barely see my heat missing Think I'm not about that life, cuz it's not in my songs Till you test me, and realize that you've gotten it wrong...