Keep Dissing lyrics
(Let's go, let's go) (Man, pack that shit up man, we gotta get up out this bitch) I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know how a n***** dyin', and n***** keep dissin'
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin'
She done popped an Adderall, now she say she miss me
She gon' pull up and eat it all, only when she's tipsy
Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a Frisbee
Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me
Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention
Bitch you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie
I told my dawg don't pop no more of them yercs, he be in his feelings
I'm tryna fly her out to Turk but damn this bitch they trippin'
You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension
Tired of putting n***** on, and they don't do nothin' wit' it
I'm tired of n***** sayin' they on, but they ain't never spin it
I'm tired of bitches shaking' ass, get mad, when I won't hit it
I'll blow that shit, bitch I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know how a n***** dyin', and n***** keep dissin'
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin'
N***** knowin' where we bang, never go out against the grave
We've been knockin' shit down, from the streets, the chain gang
Slidin' 'round with that Drac', get the "Wow" wood grained
Call my dawg a "Fuck N****", it's just a Florida thing
I don't wanna go to no more parties, call me Coi Leray
And all my exes think I'm lit
Load 'em bitches with they stick
God, I knew that life's a bitch, but we pray for better days
Every n**** that play with Boston, gotta put it in they face
Seen these trolls hit the block, had to go the other way
Remember putting it down on Keith Street, that was just the other day
Fuck a 28, his first shot, we came through and escalate
Quick to cross yo' partner out, n**** we the renegades
I'll blow that shit, bitch I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston, if yo' top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know how a n***** dyin', and n***** keep dissin'
But I don't get in that
I'm steady rackin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that five like, but I want six hoes with me, like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and keyin' doors, that's just how we livin'
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Who is the author of the song Keep Dissing?
The song Keep Dissing was written by Real Boston Richey.
- Who sings the song Keep Dissing?
The song Keep Dissing is performed by Real Boston Richey.