Bitch Don’t Get Pissed On

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
This song ain't no diss song, bitch just don't get pissed on
This song ain't no diss song, just don't get pissed on bitch
(x2)

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
We ain't the type of niggas that'll diss no sister
But some of these bitches be tryin' to get yo nigga
Now this ain't no diss song, but bitch don't get pissed on
These bitches will try to put your dick on Twitter
Bitch, understand you from side chick records
So don't be tryin' to call me every 5, 6 seconds
Gettin' mad when I don't answer, now she threaten to send my main chick a picture of my dick naked
Bitches gonna hate, bitches fall in love
I don't even want none of the above
I wanna piss on you, piss on you
That's what a bitch get when she snitch on you
You ain't even a 10, bitch you're an 8 on your face
What a bitch gon' do?

[Verse 2: Kenny]
I just told boo I got money for a verse, now she want the money in her purse
I said you's a sideline chick, I should call you Doris Burke
Bitch just don't get this wrong, and get pissed off when you get pissed on
So they don't catch feelings gotta cut the relationship short when you dealin' with a dick this long
When my dick spring into action, she spring in the past tense
Sprung, become mad and way past tense, if she can't have it
Deal with ratchets, not me yo
On my phone I call shots but not these hoes
I don't ring these hoes or drill these hoes
I don't ring these hoes but I watch these hoes

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]

[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We not the kind of niggas that'll disrespect chicks
But some of these women they be gettin' wreckless
Wanna act all mad, say a nigga ain't shit
But just this morning you cooked me breakfast, bitch
You wanna get my necklace, try to take a picture to get some leverage
You just want evidence, make my girl hella pissed
Where do you get off? You missed your exit
You know what's going on, why you wanna act new
I'mma run game like a runningback do
Momma told me never to love a damn floo-zy
See, I don't understand you
Ain't even a main chick, and even a main dish
You a side dish, stay in your place bitch
You ain't number 1, you're number 2
Ironically, you really ain't shit

[Verse 4: Julius Luciano]
It don't really make sense how these chicks be madly
In love, takin' pictures tryin' to Instagram me
They watch my moves, wait for me to slip
They watch and wait like Kirstie Alley
This ain't no diss song, this ain't about niggas gettin' they diss on
Dig it like this, if a bitch gettin' pissed when she listenin' to this
She the bitch who was meant to get pissed on in this song
Bitch, you be dyin' to lie, you the kinda chick that I analyze
Tell a nigga girl that he ain't comin' home cause he sleepin' with you, Dirty Diana lies
I laugh at that shit, ratchet ass bitch
Doing whatever to get a rapper ass bitch
No self-esteem havin' ass bitch
Hold on, that last part was a diss
I fall back in this bitch

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]