B. Will - Every Diss lyrics

rate me

Feat. 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)