Name: Start Dissin'
Duration: 3 min 43 s
Description: Слушайте песню Start Dissin' - Hit-boy, BabyTron, AzChike, Spank Nitti James онлайн с альбома Start Dissin' в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:43. Год выхода - 2025

Hit-boy

BabyTron

AzChike

Spank Nitti James

Start Dissin'

Unknown

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 niggas looked embarrassed

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

Thought I was Terry Washington, I'm doin' niggas 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 niggas 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

Free that nigga 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

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

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'

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

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

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

Truly, I'm the truth, I'm a don, niggas 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?

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

Niggas 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 niggas on, he start to lose, now he tryna sue, pussy

Слушайте песню Start Dissin' - Hit-boy, BabyTron, AzChike, Spank Nitti James онлайн с альбома Start Dissin' в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:43. Год выхода - 2025

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