NazDaRealOsama - Diss Again

Speak on bro, bet he won't diss again,
Call up Lay, she fucking spin
Put the flash up on the Glock, it click, you think your picture's in
And nigga keep on slidin' in the Honda, flip that shit again
Call up Three, my evil twin
Tristo catch you, do you in
I'm slidin' with this F and N
Catch a opp, shoot at a ten
Nigga I got bodies, I'm Osama, I caught many men
Straight pain up in this beat and straight emotion
Can't be hangin' around with niggas if they ain't havin' no motion
I can't get that lil' bitch pregnant, so I'm wearin' my fuckin' Trojan
Nigga claiming that he raw, got in there and then he folded
Nigga call me alfredo cause I got the sauce
Smoke with the bitch, got her taking it off
That lil' hoe Randy, cause he getting mossed
That lil' nigga play and he stealin' my sauce
I feel like Nick, cause love don't cost
But that hoe gotta go, so pay for a ride
She call me the cops, cause I laid down the law
That lil' nigga ass, that nigga just flaw
Speak on bro, bet he won't diss again
Call up Three, my evil twin
DSI, we do shit in
Put the flash up on the Glock, it click, you think your picture's in
Got the chop hangin' out the window, time to trim a nigga, now he want trim again

Written by:
J’Nazion Barnes

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