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Diss Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Diss Me was released on November 13, 2020 by Epic as a part of the album F*ck Everybody 3
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Release DateNovember 13, 2020
LabelEpic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Composer
Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Vaughn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj "Tahj Money" Vaughn
Tahj "Tahj Money" Vaughn
Producer
Ezkiel "Rasta Rebelz" Henry
Ezkiel "Rasta Rebelz" Henry
Recording Engineer
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(SephGotTheWaves)
(Tahj Money)
Tryna keep a smile on my face (Face)
I done made a thousand mistakes (Mistakes)
A-1 sauce came with the steak (Mmm)
Tryna keep the flies off my plate (Mmm)
I'll die 'fore I let a **** take my life, shot him dead in the face
[Chorus]
Next rap **** take a shot or diss me
I'ma put him six feet, God forgive me
It was all good 'til them **** pissed me
I'm the type of **** shoot yo' dad at Disneyland
Shoot him in a church, let him know I ain't playin'
This a one-night stand, but I ain't stayin'
If you wanna dance with the Devil, come dance
I'ma keep an FN tucked in my pants
Hold up, wait, I'm just sayin'
I been in the game for a min', I'm stayin'
They so fake, I can't stand
When a fake-ass **** shake my hand
I'm so straight, I got bands
I don't even need the label to give me an advance
DJ still gon' spin my shit
They'll keep spinnin' that shit like a fan
[Verse 1]
If you steal from me, then I'll cut your hand
You'll kill for me 'til you gotta kill your man
You gotta sacrifice your man for plan
If you don't sacrifice, I'ma shoot you in the hand
She got sloppy toppy, keep a pocket rocket
I don't talk on phones, need a walkie-talkie
On that gang shit, spent a couple dollars on my main bitch
Don't you come around me 'cause I'm dangerous
Word on the street, they know I flame shit
You a rat, snitchin' on your main shit
That's the type of shit that'll get your brain split
Flew to Cali', killers on the plane shit
And I'm better than your favorite rapper
I'll kill your favorite rapper, on my Wayne shit
And your favorite rapper, he a real capper
I'm a real stepper, close range shit (Gang)
When this rap shit done, I'ma still be here (Right here)
Real street **** come from the trenches
Lost so many ****, it ain't shit I fear
****, every time I go to jail, first thing I say, "I can't wait to get outta here" (What else?)
****, every time I bond out, I do the same thing that got me in there (Gang, gang)
[Chorus]
Next rap **** take a shot or diss me
I'ma put him six feet, God forgive me
It was all good 'til them **** pissed me
I'm the type of **** shoot yo' dad at Disneyland
Shoot him in a church, let him know I ain't playin'
This a one-night stand, but I ain't stayin'
If you wanna dance with the Devil, come dance
I'ma keep an FN tucked in my pants
Hold up, wait, I'm just sayin'
I been in the game for a min', I'm stayin'
They so fake, I can't stand
When a fake-ass **** shake my hand
I'm so straight, I got bands
I don't even need the label to give me an advance
DJ still gon' spin my shit
They'll keep spinnin' that shit like a fan
[Outro]
You know, I feel sorry for any **** go against this shit, you gon' lose
I'm willin' to give this shit all up, ****, I don't give no fuck, ****
Straight murder case, broad day
Written by: Sammie Benson
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