Diss How It Is (feat. Weather FNG)

Diss how it is I Hit the stage, stunner shades toned-up Purple Beads in my chin got my name froze-up Tell ame nigga buss I'll pull up to the club and lift both doors up Hit the stage, stunner shades toned-up Purple Beads in my chin got my name foze-up Let ame nigga buck I'll pull-up to the club and lift both doors up Welcome to haters and all competitors A life story, complementory pg the editor My own nightmare so I'm dreaming of a competitor Weak niggas won't survive, theology of a preditor I'm scared of the, man on the other side of the mirror No, we never met but i'm betting that he a killer Al merk ya whole fam Ipod repeating on thriller Amputate, de-hydrate, pureeing'em in a blinder Then sprinkle'em in his coffee like small packets of Splenda Me I'm a contender, other rappers is tender Plus they never hit, I'm tired of eatin cold dinners I'm iced like cold winters, spit flames like old timbers It gets yo girl loser then cloths on old women Steady reminiscen bout times when I sold women Perellies windows tinted, the wheels is still spinnin 26 inches I just though that I should mention Never trick on no bitch, who is not him You can tell it's the weather from the A-Town fitted bream Pockets full of guacamole, shawty like, who is them Gotta Kesha Cole waist, fat ass, her waist slim Plus she fuck with Tripple stacks, let her pop a couple them See the Maserati skating on them double-duce rims She a model, plus she swallow, modern-day, Lil'Kim It's a Kodac moment, Coop, go and get the film (Yeah) Alll man, here we goo, at the mall buying racks Cause the weather got stacks and Lil'Shawty like that Let her fuck the whole click, for a couple powder sacks (Go, go, go) In my dope boy nikes and my gangster dickie slacks When that pyrex bubble, it double, I bring it back Catch ya smoking on fruit, that's a known reggie pack Plus I keep a once of megit, come and fuck with me on that Spit stright, flow addictive, spit coke on the track Other rappers can't see me, my wrist on froze (Noooo) Every time I'm in the C you know I'm getting to the doe, hello (Aye) While yo chin looking fuzzy (Fuzza fuzzy) Diamonds in my chin steady looking like a sunday (Y.B.E.) Other rappers can't see me, my wrist on froze (Noooo) Every time I'm in the C you know I'm getting to the doe, hello (Hello) While yo chin looking fuzzy (Fuzzey) Diamonds in my chin steady looking like a sunday (Bowwe) My swag too Coopish, I gottem screamin hello (Hello) Green and yellow kicks, like my sponsors mellow-yellow Shawty fuck the fam, now she moving to my fellow Dame shawty trippin, I think she heard this new demo Bought a ounce of perk and I smoked it with my kinfolk Yeah you know I'm hamming with my kicks out the window I'm a artist, playing this rap game like Nintendo Catch me in yo trap, with them grams like what you hitting fo Stupid fruity swag, got you shawty froze-up Shawty say she is exotic, so that's what I roll-up and When they started hatting, that when we pulled-up With them tools on deck and told them all ta give it-up See I'm all about my money so I gots ta get it up Lil'Coop shawty, Y.B.E., know that we the realist South-side veteran, a king in my city Whipping up them cakes like, mom in the kitchen Haaaa... Rookies in the game spitting it like veterans Tell'em get at me Local rappers get at me, signed rappers get at me You need ta You need ta do a better job on my fan club Weatherman said he really need a fan club I know we got some hatter out there C.O.L. Columbus Georgia stand-up