START DISSIN' - Hit-Boy, Spank Nitti James, BabyTron & AZ Chike: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Hit-Boy, Spank Nitti James, BabyTron & AZ Chike

START DISSIN'

7,139

Hip-Hop/Rap

START DISSIN' was released on November 27, 2025 by Surf Club Inc as a part of the album Yeast Talkin'

Song Details

AlbumYeast Talkin'

Release DateNovember 27, 2025

LabelSurf Club Inc

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hit-Boy

Performer

Spank Nitti James

Spank Nitti James

Performer

AZ Chike

Performer

BabyTron

Performer

Scott Storch

Keyboards

Chauncey Hollis, Jr.

Chauncey Hollis, Jr.

Rap

Derrick Reynolds

Derrick Reynolds

Rap

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Rap

James Edward Johnson IV

James Edward Johnson IV

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chauncey Hollis, Jr.

Chauncey Hollis, Jr.

Songwriter

Derrick Reynolds

Derrick Reynolds

Songwriter

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Songwriter

James Edward Johnson IV

James Edward Johnson IV

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Hit-Boy

Producer

Scott Storch

Producer

Dāvis Strauss

Mixing Engineer

Demetrius Lewis

Demetrius Lewis

Mastering Engineer

Jalen Storch

Additional Engineer

Andre Guirguis

Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(Hit-Boy)

(SkyzSaucy)

If you wanna die before your granddaddy, start dissin'

A money-makin' miss through the fence, watch shimmerin'

I got so much ice on my pendant, got 'em shiverin'

Scale and a blick, the fiends sniff what I'm deliverin'

A flawless victory, the voice in my head said, "Finish 'em"

I'm at the Gucci store with a twenty-piece, actin' belligerent

Pay attention when I preach, I teach the art of wigglin'

I could've came furry, Marni fleece or chinchilla hair

Pull up, make the roof disappear and then appear again

Jail cells and prison bids, the cell phones'll grip in there

Jawbreaker from a pretty bitch, she had to fix her hair

We don't beef it on the internet, I'll have you tooken care of

Mainly it's designer if I wear it, necklace full of carats

'Member we was hungry as a hostage, Uncle cooked the seven

We had our shirts over our face, so we wouldn't inhale it

He rocked it up, dried it off, and then got took to sell it

I sent the bottle to they section, them **** looked embarrassed

I'm bringin' out the diamond tester, that's what **** scared of

Thought I was Terry Washington, I'm doin' **** terrible

I spent the loaf at Cava's on it, then I went to Melrose

Look like I flock 'em, touch the chicken like I cook at Harold's

Took her to shop, she givin' top like a toothless girl

Any **** call us opps gettin' suits and burials

I pull it straight off the lot and slap on Forgiatos

Now all I smoke is Cali plug, I used to smoke Gelato

Twenty-six months in county jail, I got the coldest squabble

I'm with a model, yeek sauce, so she can show it wobble

I'm in the trenches, peace out, I had to bring a micro

It's a cooker, I'm a chef, homie

Free that **** Chauncey, he got tooken by the feds

This ain't Oklahoma City, but my team won the West

You weren't accustomed to this life, you a rookie, I'm a vet

Spent too many years worried 'bout money, stressed

I was broken, burnt out, fucked up, and depressed

Now I'm stuffin' blue face hundreds all in her breast

Shaq-size vision, ho, I'm tryna ball and invest

Bitch, what? Who you talkin' to?

Nitty got some heartless on the line, when they fallin' through?

Mike Jack, beat it off the wall, I wanna rock with you

Seventy-five hundred for the pack and I'm coppin' two

Hoes shakin' ass for the guys

All she wanna do is get nasty and cry, I'm the man for the job

Give me neck, give me top, give me gushy, give me guap

From the trap to the tropics, they got bald heads like Onyx

Ain't no AI robotics, big automatics and rockets

You a mark and I'm a marksman, fifty thousand on the carpet

New York City, we at Starlets, pour out bottles for the fallen

All the soldiers from the squadron, diamonds punchin' like we boxin'

If you wanna die before your granddaddy, start dissin'

A money-makin' miss through the fence, watch shimmerin'

I got so much ice on my pendant, got 'em shiverin'

Scale and a blick, the fiends sniff what I'm deliverin'

A flawless victory, the voice in my head said, "Finish 'em"

I'm at the Gucci store with a twenty-piece, actin' belligerent

Pay attention when I preach, I teach the art of wigglin'

I could've came furry, Marni fleece or chinchilla hair

Could've ate some duck, but I chose the alligator bite

He can't find a slut to fuck, that's the masturbator life

If you ain't first, then you last, Talladega Nights

If it ain't no pape', it's his life, he had to pay the price

If we sized up his rank, that's a grain of rice

The way she poured her heart out, that's a Quagen pint

I ain't lucky, but got pape', that's on Tatum's height

Come and eat a brunch with BabyTron, that'll change your life

They like, "Dinner with Jay-Z or a million?"

Shit, I been touched an M, I'm tryna find out 'bout them billions

Every trip leer, nah, I can't fly around civilians

I be walkin' underneath the flowin' lightbulb, I'm really in

Section 8 ho, but her ass look Brazilian

Comin' down from this high, I'ma land on a building

I hope I land on a zillion

Real scorer, Pistons should've drafted me instead of Killian

ShittyBoyz

Truly, I'm the truth, I'm a don, **** decent

Catch me in that foreign truck, freeway speedin'

I wasn't into scammin', never into thievin'

God blessed you with two eyes and you don't see?

I do shit **** can't, in the D sleep

Fuck her while I can, then cut her off for 'bout three weeks

Westside slide, but don't get scared when it get East deep

Told dog, "You ain't Ray Charles, you gotta see me"

Told the bitch, "Don't starve here, you gotta eat-eat"

Call me in the bank and then blank shit out the weak team

I press lines and trip out like I see things

Up the score by two more, we want a three-peat

Love don't live here, bitch, but the cheese do

Poke out my chest, your last breath if we breathe through

**** sneakin' vids of my back, I need Cee'd, dude

Heard about your bitch, it's a blitz, she's a freak too

I push shit up in a blender, but it ain't smooth

Cut off distraction, ain't no crashin' when you make moves

Label offer one, I say, "Cool, I'ma take two"

I put **** on, he start to lose, now he tryna sue, pussy

Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Damaria Kayshawn Walker, Derrick Reynolds, James Edward Johnson IV

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