Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Rucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Recorded & Mixed by Clark Reichard Babbitt
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ek wanna diss? Like, **** got shot by a-
His sis got shot, he got shot, he ain’t do shit, but he suckin' my-
Like word to bro I done emptied the-, tryna go up the block and start waving the-, like
Baow, baow, baow baow
Ek wanna diss? Like, **** got shot by a bitch
His sis got shot, he got shot, he ain’t do shit, but he suckin' my dick
Like word to bro I done emptied the clip, tryna go up the block and start waving the stick
**** do bad but he dropping my F, word to bro, had the G's in the spot wit' his bitch
Like they wanna rap? They better ask how I get on the Makks
Pop beat, fizzy, flat, EK shot, holes back
Like word to bro I was troopin' in Drew, reload shot, get out the stu'
We was jus’ on the hill tryna bug out for Nu, Tae B on my side tryna bug out for kuu
DudeyLo pops, Jiggy Man pops, like, them **** both in the air
His sis got shot, he caught a wedgie, like, he still acting like he don’t care
Pop what? **** was duckin', like, we had him duckin' his muffin
Sha got shot, why is they tuckin'? Bino, Q, word to bro that’s a bucket
OYK, JayOh slapped, Mdotty dead, know I’m smokin’ that Hat
Notti stabbed, shit ripped through his back, Edot went poof, where the fuck was ya’ at?
Fazo poof, Quai too, like, they know that we smokin' on Woo, like
Buggout got holes in his shoes, we was just on the 4z tryna do what we do
JP that’s dread head, know he gon’ bang, we was troopin' through blocks back to back in the rain
Like, we had to walk up and flame, tryna to go to the Kreeps tryna test on our aim
Lee Wick on my side but I’ll pull up wit Fro, Kelly sweet, **** know how that go
Troopin' through blocks back to back in the snow, "Kreep, Kreep" say it back I'ma throw
Baow, baow, EK shot, like, his baby mom is a thot
Had to throw on lil' shh, **** thought it was Pop
He took one to the chest, and the dumb **** dropped
Apey on court, had to land him a Jet, like, they better show some respect
We smokin on Quai start tappin' ya neck, do the Mdotty bop and start holdin’ ya leg
MRow poked, start tappin' ya chest, like, we mix her up with the rest
BJ, Tino, we smoke 'em he-
Like Bino, TJ, we smoke 'em he dead
Ek wanna diss? Like, **** got shot by a bitch
His sis got shot, he got shot, he ain’t do shit, but he suckin' my dick
Like word to bro I done emptied the clip, tryna go up the block and start waving the stick
**** do bad but he dropping my F, word to bro, had the G's in the spot with his bitch (Baow, baow)
My F's, ****, never creep, ****, word to my dead, yell that shit out and get shot, all y'all **** suck my dick, I don't know y'all ****, word to my dead ****
Written by: Miguel Rucker
