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no diss - timo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, stick my d*ck all down her throat
b*tch, i’m goat
no cap, n*gga
let me stop dissing, man
this time i won’t, this time i won’t
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch ass n*gga
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
big 30 on this b*tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
let me rap about the other sh*t, n*gga
no cap, yeah

[verse]
f*ck that dissing, timo rap about your life
rap about these n*ggas snitching, rap about how they ain’t right
rap about when you around them n*ggas, you can’t put down your pipe
rap about how n*gga beg for sh*t and sneak diss when ain’t around
talk that sh*t, n*gga, i ain’t no f*cking l!ck
n*ggas mad, hating on me, i don’t owe no n*gga sh*t
everybody know i’m finna blow, n*gga, otf, we rich
they used to clap for me, i signed, now them n*ggas mad as sh*t
just spent forty in two weeks, n*gga, you can ask my b*tch
i’m in the hood passing out g’s, i been had money, this ain’t sh*t
whoever got them glocks, n*gga, we want ’em, i need sticks
i’m just playing, i know them people listening, i’m just talking sh*t
only reason your songs go up ’cause all you do is dissing
if i ain’t no sh*t, you ain’t no sh*t, ain’t heard about you k!lling sh*t
all that slide talking about you doing
no cap, them people innocent
smurk call my phone like, “bro, speak on that pain sh*t”
label f*cking with me, king of drill, they like that gang sh*t
quarter million dollars in lawyers, foenem still rich
run up on him and take everything, we don’t steal sh*t
since lil timo started rapping, shorty hit that k!ll switch
i used to bully you in school, boy, i know you still a b*tch
you told on your homie, boy, i know you still a snitch
no cap, n*gga, with your rat ass
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, big 30 in this b*tch, yeah
hit the cut, pop out with drac’ like i’m josh
we gon’ get up on him, we don’t like shoot out no cars
on that d*ck when we went to the bop
now them n*ggas sick, that sh*t ain’t work out with the opps
every city i go to, i’m in the trenches with them glocks
and them opps can’t go nowhere, i have foenem get on they top
n*gga, you almost k!lled yourself, found out your b*tch a bop
n*gga, i almost smoke your ass, i’m tweaking off this wock’
tweaking up in traffic, seven*six*two in your car
yeah, no cap, i’ll have a n*gga doing the mop
yeah, yeah, we quick to take a n*gga glock
yeah, yeah, we have them n*ggas doing the mop, yeah
ayy, b*tch, i’m goat, stick my d*ck all down her throat
b*tch, i’m goat, yeah, n*ggas playing, you get smoked
i’m off this, uh*uh*uh, don’t get smoked, n*gga
[outro]
big 30 sh*t, n*gga
otf sh*t
haha, haha
f*ck the opps and they mom
i’m smoking carter, haha

- timo lyrics

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