No Diss

Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, uh, what you sayin', bro?

Uh, uh, yeah, uh

I ain't know that I was doin' wrong 'til wrong stopped bein' right

If they put that bag on him, we get him, then we take a flight

Could've sworn a **** had my back until I seen't the knife

Hit that melon, but if you don't hit that top, shoot him twenty times

Stood on business with my lil' brother

But I ain't stop until they dead

On the jail call, gotta talk with cold **** definitely goin' fed

I ain't dissin' ****, but if I diss, it's to his jeffy, man

Take the Q50 off the Infiniti, his ass can't even spin

Z Money was the first, but like the curse, I'm tired of Xans

They did him bogus, ain't even tell

His mama they pushed him out the Benz

It be cool 'til you get caught and you don't get no chance

He got lost inside the water, he couldn't swim in the deep end

He think he slick, he really scared

Of us, leave the 'Raq on the weekend

Thought it was over, seen him gettin'

Closer, got caught up in that jam

Hot cars, treat 'em like my real car, I changed the VIN

In the trenches, **** backdoorin', don't care if it's a kid

I lost my Glock, was walkin' 'round with a chop' inside my pants

I put my ear to the streets, I heard they want some **** dead

Tell that **** he don't get out the

Streets, my dog gon' get up with him

I had love for Vert, but Vert get it

The worst, he steady bringin' issues

These **** steady playin' with us like we ain't show you ****

Q50, wanna keep runnin' his mouth like

Me and folks ain't get up with him

He got hit up ten-plus times and made it out the 'spital

Jumped off the porch at nineteen, these **** ain't official

He carry his Glock up in his bookbag, he is not a shooter

I'm really outside in the 'Raq, you inside on computers

Bitch, I'm thuggin', can't get done

Like Z, he got left at the cleaners

I love my life, so I keep my Glock on me

It's better to have it than leave it

These **** wanna act like they tough, I really pull up on a ****

Bounce out and blow out a ****

He a bitch, I probably just go on that ****

Too many opps, I don't know where I'm goin'

In the hot, me and Cap might spin through your hood

Fuck bitches, get money, that shit understood

He merched a young homie, he ain't from the hood

No mask, fuck it, put on a hood

Walk down, shoot him for good

Throwin' B's for Buck, ****, fuck your hood

I ain't never gon' say shit I never done

Growin' up in the trench, ain't no one-on-ones

He was dead, bro still was just fuckin' him up

Get back ain't none of us

Get back ain't none of us