Keep Dissing

(Let's go, let's go) (Man, pack that shit up man, we gotta get up out this bitch) I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how a niggas dyin', and niggas keep dissin' But I don't get in that I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin' She done popped an Adderall, now she say she miss me She gon' pull up and eat it all, only when she's tipsy Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a Frisbee Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention Bitch you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie I told my dawg don't pop no more of them yercs, he be in his feelings I'm tryna fly her out to Turk but damn this bitch they trippin' You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension Tired of putting niggas on, and they don't do nothin' wit' it I'm tired of niggas sayin' they on, but they ain't never spin it I'm tired of bitches shaking' ass, get mad, when I won't hit it I'll blow that shit, bitch I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how a niggas dyin', and niggas keep dissin' But I don't get in that I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin' Niggas knowin' where we bang, never go out against the grave We've been knockin' shit down, from the streets, the chain gang Slidin' 'round with that Drac', get the "Wow" wood grained Call my dawg a "Fuck Nigga", it's just a Florida thing I don't wanna go to no more parties, call me Coi Leray And all my exes think I'm lit Load 'em bitches with they stick God, I knew that life's a bitch, but we pray for better days Every nigga that play with Boston, gotta put it in they face Seen these trolls hit the block, had to go the other way Remember putting it down on Keith Street, that was just the other day Fuck a 28, his first shot, we came through and escalate Quick to cross yo' partner out, nigga we the renegades I'll blow that shit, bitch I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how a niggas dyin', and niggas keep dissin' But I don't get in that I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five like, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin'