End Of Stan 2 (D McFlurry Diss Part 2) (Raider Klan Killa Response)

[Intro]
This man, he so damn retarded, bro
This man still in his feelings, man
'Cause his ass ain't go no sauce

[Hook]
All these niggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy nigga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my niggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off

[Verse 1]
You ain't made a hit in two years
Your main bitch know that you a queer
Musty ass nigga still dissin'
But nobody don't know who he is
My bitch ass fatter than your bitch ass
Her ass bigger than your whole career
You a Naruto gangster, Pokemon gangster
Why you tryna act like you real?
Pussy, you a lil nigga
You be wearin' Team Jordans
Bitch you live with ten niggas
How the fuck you gettin' money?
I see why you hate your life
Nigga, you was born bummy
And you have the nerve to rock a grill
Boy, your ass funny
Boy, your fucking grill big as fuck, like some brass knuckles
Nigga teeth stay poking out like a belt buckle
Musty ass nigga gettin' mad 'cause we taking over
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
We them bloody brothers

[Bridge]
Yall niggas know what's happening and shit
Black Money Boyz, Death Row, fuck nigga
We takin' over the whole city
We fuckin' all these niggas' bitches, man
Taking all these niggas' hoes, these niggas gettin' mad, my nigga
But it's cool, you know how we gettin' it
Shit

[Hook]
All these niggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy nigga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my niggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off

[Verse 2]
We the hottest niggas in the city
None of these niggas fuckin' wit me
Pussy nigga get up out your feelings
Why you yelling in the mic for?
Pussy nigga never killin' shit
He'll do it on a joystick
BMB money, Klan shit
You will never get rid of this
Boy, your dreads look like midget legs
Boy, your breath smell like dog shit
Raider Klan be the set nigga
Pussy nigga, that's your only hit
Now the pussy nigga fallin' off
Cause his video ain't blow
Who you think you is, Travis Scott?
Hoppin' 'round like a broke hoe
Nigga better mind his business
Hit him up and hit the witness
Feeling like I'm Peyton Manning
'Cause a nigga always with me
Boy, your music so confusing
If I play it 'round some bitches
You gon' run away the bitches
'Cause your music sound like bitchin'
You be fuckin' groupie bitches
I be fuckin' model bitches
You be shopping at the city [?]
With them dusty Bugle Boy pants
When I met you, boy, you was a fan
You a bum, eating out the can
Pussy nigga gotta give it up
Lame nigga, you are not a Stan

[Bridge]
Black Money Boyz, Death Row
Death Row, man, Black Money Boyz, man
You know what I'm sayin'
The flyest nigga out here
Taking all these niggas' bitches
Takin' all these niggas' hoes
Gettin' to that money, nigga
What's happenin'?

[Hook]
All these niggas dissin' cause they fallin' off ('cause they fallin' off)
Pussy nigga mad, he ain't got no sauce (he ain't got the sauce)
All my niggas bloody, they ain't gotta talk (they ain't gotta talk)
Pussy boy, you musty boy, you falling off (you falling off)
Boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off
Boy you falling off
Boy your falling off
Pussy boy, McFlurry, boy you falling off