KREAYSHAWN DISS by Lil Tracy Lyrics
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Aye, big gun same size as a little kid
Pulling money out that bitch like she a ATM
Make friends? Nah, boy, I wanna make bands
'Cause I want a Jag' and my shorty want a pink Benz
Thought you could do me in, nah, think again
'Cause my nigga Lil Traphouse keep a good stick
Got a foreign bitch and a hood bitch
Remember walking in the kitchen, BB Sun cooking grits
If I fall off, Raven gon' pick me up
Diamond cut, shine hard, they reflect the sun
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
[Verse 2: Lil Traphouse]
First of all, all my bitches get press
Call the bitch on the phone, tell the bitch get dressed
Today I just finessed, blue hunnids look depressed
I shoot [?] guns, make your jeans look distressed
Yes, I run that bitch back like a knitted sweater
Clip [?] banana, hanging out like a tape measure
Yeah, I break so many bitches I might break a record
[?] like I'm Def Leopard
I bought a .30 and an AK-47
Niggas flexing on the 'Gram and they ain't never clapped a weapon
Sneak dissing young [?] sneak them [?], last nigga tried to slap them with the MAC-11
[Verse 3: Lil Raven]
Aye, last night I got sucked and I got some paper
My white boy got a MAC and a blue laser
I'll fuck the ho but I won't date her
I don't need no hands outs, nigga, I don't need no favors
Shawty eyeing me, now she wanna choose on me
Nothing ain't free, bitch, I gotta choose a fee
I can't trust these niggas 'cause they be losing me
You ain't fooling me, you ain't know I had the tool with me
Aye, I'm in a foreign with the roof missing
Cartier frame, I got new vision
I slide on any opp, fuck who with 'em
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Aye, big gun same size as a little kid
Pulling money out that bitch like she a ATM
Make friends? Nah, boy, I wanna make bands
'Cause I want a Jag' and my shorty want a pink Benz
Thought you could do me in, nah, think again
'Cause my nigga Lil Traphouse keep a good stick
Got a foreign bitch and a hood bitch
Remember walking in the kitchen, BB Sun cooking grits
If I fall off, Raven gon' pick me up
Diamond cut, shine hard, they reflect the sun
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
These hoes wanna fuck and they boyfriends wanna feature us
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
Kreayshawn, my sister finna beat you up
[Verse 2: Lil Traphouse]
First of all, all my bitches get press
Call the bitch on the phone, tell the bitch get dressed
Today I just finessed, blue hunnids look depressed
I shoot [?] guns, make your jeans look distressed
Yes, I run that bitch back like a knitted sweater
Clip [?] banana, hanging out like a tape measure
Yeah, I break so many bitches I might break a record
[?] like I'm Def Leopard
I bought a .30 and an AK-47
Niggas flexing on the 'Gram and they ain't never clapped a weapon
Sneak dissing young [?] sneak them [?], last nigga tried to slap them with the MAC-11
[Verse 3: Lil Raven]
Aye, last night I got sucked and I got some paper
My white boy got a MAC and a blue laser
I'll fuck the ho but I won't date her
I don't need no hands outs, nigga, I don't need no favors
Shawty eyeing me, now she wanna choose on me
Nothing ain't free, bitch, I gotta choose a fee
I can't trust these niggas 'cause they be losing me
You ain't fooling me, you ain't know I had the tool with me
Aye, I'm in a foreign with the roof missing
Cartier frame, I got new vision
I slide on any opp, fuck who with 'em