Shii Talkin

[Intro: Diizii]
Shit, I just seen some shit you won’t even believe, dawg
Man, fuck them niggas, they tweakin’ (‘Ight, ‘ight, shh-shh-shh)

[Chorus: Diizii]
Damn, I’ll be gone for a minute (Yeah)
Outta the bag, tryna get back in it (In the bag)
Huh, we do it for real, fuck a scrimmage (For real)
They be police, fuck all ‘em snitches (Fuck 12)
And, matter fact, bitch, fuck the witness (Matter fact)
Woah, none of these niggas is with it (None of them)
Damn, and why these bitches actin’ wicked? (Why?)
Yeah, and I just went tapped it all weekend (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Diizii]
Woah, none of them pussies could kick it (Okay)
You ain’t worth a penny, bitch, I’m worth a ticket, huh (Lil’ bitch, lil’ bitch)
Lil’ bitch (Uh-huh), how the fuck could you ever down my tone? (What?)
Get outta my mentions, I’on’ pick up my phone (Huh)
Bitch, fuck you, baby, I’ll sing you a song (Fuck you)
Fuck that lil’ money, my shit is too long (Fuck it)
Fuck all that back and forth, I don’t play ping-pong (Fuck it)
Bathe with the apes but I ain’t no King Kong (Yeah)
Lockin’ the door to go crack on my shorty (Yeah)
She look up at me saying, “Daddy, I’m horny” (Look up)
I’m like, “hol’ up, baby, damn, you’s a freak” (Hol’ up)
Locked in with this baddie, she get dick for free (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I’m back with Bunny and we stuntin’ (Pack ‘em)
Walk ‘em down so they don’t do none the runnin’ (Pack ‘em)
Bitch, fuck an oldhead, fuck all ‘em Joe Buddens (Fuck ‘em)
Hol’ up, wait, lil’ nigga, I’m wil’in’ (Wil’in)
I see that they tryna bite the way I’m stylin’ (Ha)
Bands comin’ it, I’m keepin’ it pilin’ (Bitch)
My bitch walkin’ in, I tell her, “stay silent” (Yeah)

[Chorus: Diizii]
Damn, I’ll be gone for a minute (Yeah)
Outta the bag, tryna get back in it (In the bag)
Huh, we do it for real, fuck a scrimmage (For real)
They be police, fuck all ‘em snitches (Fuck 12)
And, matter fact, bitch, fuck the witness (Matter fact)
Woah, none of these niggas is with it (None of them)
Damn, and why these bitches actin’ wicked? (Why?)
Yeah, and I just went tapped it all weekend (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Diizii]
And tell me, bro, why they be tweakin’? (Why?)
They missin’ out, why they be sleepin’ on me? (Missin’)
You ain’t ever get to freakin’ (Never)
But, really, this shit runs deeper (Yeah)
Zack is a broke bitch
I got money to burn with the lighter I used for this reefer, huh (Ka)
And Kvoss a lame and a loser (What?)
Damn, they got tools but do not use ‘em (Tools)
You look like a bum, don’t excuse it (You a bum)
And yo’ brother Raymond is a doofus (Fuck ‘em!)
I made me a banger and Bunny produced it (Ha!)
You got a bitch? Well, you prolly abuse her (Ha!)
You don’t gotta be mad just ‘cause yo’ bitch got a dick bigger than yours (You don’t gotta be mad)
You don’t gotta be mad you came out this way, damn, yo’ mama shoulda aborted (Ha, you mad)
Bro up on the net actin’ like a tough guy (On the net)
That’s some shit that’s gon leave you with one eye (Yeah)
Shit talkin’, nigga, you look like a crackhead (Shit talkin’)
Why you cappin’? You should just quit rappin’ (You cappin’)

[Outro: Diizii]
Man, really, why they cappin’?
Anyways, push up, push up