stackobag - Gabe Diss (Radio Edit)

Oh My God!
That one dude named Gabe, he mad at me
Look like he got an A+ in Anatomy
And I just seen your girl, yeah she was in my dream
We was coolin' in the back of my limousine
Yeah, We was coolin
See me and your (me and your), we foolin'
Tell that lil' n****, "Better be cool.", before we put him on the news
Catch Gabe, you know ima blow
Catch Gabe, ima put him on the floor
Like, "Where did he go?"
Bet that n**** can't speak no more
Like yeah, he can't
Catch Gabe ima punch him in the face
Catch Gabe ima shoot him in the waist
Yeah , i meant "the face"
Wait, can't do that
Slide down, guarantee you're getting blew at
Call up Gabe like,"Bro, where your boo at?"
She said she's hurting 'cause her back
Yeah, I blew that
But wait, we all knew that
Gabe, you don't know me
Want to touch me? You gon' to have to show me
Took your b****, she all up on me
And best believe, she gon' blow me
Your girl for me, lil' brodie
And she's staying with me, lil' brodie
And no, you ain't my wodie
When I see you, hit you with the 40
That chop, I can make this (make this) "bop"
And no, i'm not gonna stop
That one dude named Gabe, he mad at me
Look like he got an A+ in Anatomy
And I just seen your girl, yeah she was in my dream
We was coolin' in the back of my limousine
Sydney told me that you're sensitive
"Gabe what's your body count?" ("Uhm it's negative")
I'm trying to steal your girl, that's my initiative
Actually, I change that, that's a definitive
Woah, why are you mad at me brodie?
I don't want your girl, you can have that, homie
Actually, nah, I—, I still want her (Oh my God, bro what?)
I'm her new man, though you can kick rocks
Stack more bags than a Ziploc Box
Got a rollie on, can't even read clocks
I'm a stack builder, don't need no blocks

Written by:
Charles Foulkes, Daniel Haney, Donaven Coley

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