Dissers To Sprinters versuri

Dissers To Sprinters lyrics by Jdot Breezy

intro
Kelt kelt
Ha
Yea,Yea baby yea
Stupid,stupid boy,stupid boy,stupid boy,stupid
Yea huh nigga aye (aye)
Aye nigga

Verse 1
I be with da steppas they’ll step on you bout me you come dis way ya stunt somebody go pay dat fee say they go rump wit me boy you ain’t go fuck wit me a nigga go die up in dis bitch a pussy nigga touch me, Plenty bodies we be wildin’ boy you won’t get rushed for free slide in da mmh what yo back da Glock a SRT nigga walk it out his top I bet yo top ain’t duckin these all dat bootin’ betta stop i go bye dot pay murder fee’s steal ya life that’s burglary kill shit at night that purgery i’m the one that dish out beef ain’t no nigga out here servin’ mе nigga hate I fuck his bitch I bet by then hе heard of me I smoke too much don’t try to fight yo ass get burned in first degree it’s a engine in dis bitch I hit the gas and it’s go pull bitch i’m tinted ridin’ fast whats in this ride knock down a bull bitch i’m wit my main man something like ralo and skull for them niggas thats dissin’ ralo i’ma make yall momma release a dove my first time I ran down I went back home and hit the tub stood over me a pussy filled his bitch ass up with slugs I ain’t type I ain’t
Alright I might just squeeze dis nigga more nigga know we really steppin’ I treat my opps like they lil bugs, She like my swag she want a thug I got blue’s and I got dubs I ain’t stingy with dis paper baby i’ll spend it just because but I might just pay ya bills if I fuck wit you dats love tell ya ex nigga to chill that rah rah shit get turned to buzz (Bah Bah)

Bridge
Hahaha (nigga), Aye what the fuck nigga

Verse 2
I been earned my stripes just like i’m tigger that pull the triggers ha, Grinded all my life I ain’t earn this shit bitch how you figure send a hit my way i’ma kill the killer that’s comin nigga last nigga dat tried dat shit he was a dummy nigga i’m fuckin’ the trigger look how I pull them bitches comin’ nigga hungry what young nigga full i’m gettin’ money nigga, Bitch i’m ballin’ for the winter i’ma ball all summer talkin’ comma after comma get dat money up in bundles like fuck dat I might go old school the carper h200 or go cop a big body or give dat shit way too my
Momma, I dropped dat shit dat flood the streets it’s in my hands and I can’t fumble on my word I tell em spread I tell my mans you work for numbers, Summer time they say it’s whats in the Glock make it december we pop out on blocks alot and turn them dissers into sprinters

Outro
Nigga turn them dissers into sprinters bitch