B. Will - Every Diss lyrics
rate meFeat. Boosie Badazz & Big Poppa
(Hook X 3)
Every diss is like another love letter
That chopper help a nigga thug better, thug better
I’m strickly bout whatever, cocaine seller
Leave a nigga bring, don’t you wealler every diss
(Verse)
Left a nigga bring, don’t you wealer
That boy was another level to devil
Get down with his foot on the pedal
He still will try for bandin’, for whatever
Me and all my partners, all of us got chatters
First I will better flack the cuddle, my nigga
Got the wak in the black with the 21 shot
See all of y’all gonna shot and get it
That’s better, they let it
Before that you can’t react on the pressure,
And your tattoos, ain’t specialize, bent one of your niggas
Smack one of your niggas, drag one of you niggas
Can’t do bluff, I do maff, I’mma trap one of you nigga
(Hook X 2)
(Verse)
Here my lil partners, all of us got baddest
Don’t know why we ain’t score yet, all of us got problems
Strictly ball whatever, get your love letter
To the head with that mil, I can’t feel a rosier velter
We’ll be marblin’ on ‘em
Ass cocaine yala, banch of cope nigga and I am real a cocaine seller
What the fuck? I put you up, ain’t no game, I’m a beast
Make me rewind this chapter, I mean I’ll swangin’ every week
Have me less on the pedal
Strikes don’t you know it, mama like I do, she blamed it on the devil
Any nigga talk a lot, probably ain't 'bout shit
South side, death row, I'mma slang this bitch
Blood niggas, crib niggas, man they buy my shit
I might send one of them niggas to start a riot in this bitch
Is the balls out the bridge, we got forty’s with didge
Fuck a dish, just a look against your slammer right quick
Bust me
(Hook x 2)
(Verse)
I ball no scale with that cold cup
Wife beatin’, I’m bustin’ with that chopper under my sofa
Whole another lever for you, know I’m actin’ P aunt
Catch your body, then I celebrate like I’m the one
What is this? Hey listen, red light did it
Twelve line buy you and they gonna find you in divisions
Cuz every day it’s like another love letter
But every gangster know that chopper have the plug better
Remorse, we can show that, just show us what we can bang at
You hesitate by doin’ it, I’mma show you what the flow is
Every day is like another love letter
They gonna find you in that bottle, they gonna find you and do you
Cold case, come on, the game she win
That chopper get that man right, I know that don’t be nothin’
Sing your gun, sing my goon
Your invite don’t make it
Send ‘em back with that bottle and let ‘em and stop fakin’
(Hook x 2)