Every Diss - B.Will, Boosie Badazz, Big Poppa

Every diss is like another love letter

That chopper help a nigga thug better, thug better

I’m strictly bout whatever, cocaine seller

Leave a nigga brain on Jewella

Every diss, every diss

Left a nigga brain on Jewella

That boy there was another level, the devil (the devil)

He died with his foot on the pedal

He still owe Johnnie for the (?) but whatever (but whatever)

Me and my lil' partners, all of us got cheddar

Birds of a feather flock together, my nigga

Got the walk with the Glock with the 20 round shot

See all of y’all gonna get shot together, that’s better (they let em)

Lemme find out that you can 't react on the pressure

And your tattoos ain’t special I’ll bat one of you niggas

Smack one of your niggas, drag one of you niggas

If you laugh, I’ll do math, I 'll subtract one of you niggas (one of you niggas)

(Hook X 2)

Me and my lil' partners, all of us got bodies

Don' t know why we ain' t school when all of us solve problems

Strictly 'bout whatever, kiss your love letter

To the head with that metal, Garfield — Roosevelt-ya

Mobbin' on em, eyes cocaine yellow

Blanch coke, me and Ivan real cocaine sellers

What the fuck?

I put you up, ain t no game, I m a beast

Make me rewind this track, we was swangin' every week

Have me last on the pedal

Stetched on Jewella, mama like I knew it, she blamed it on the devil

Any nigga talk a lot, probably ain’t 'bout shit

South side, death row, I’mma slang this bitch

Blood niggas, crib niggas, man they buy my shit

I might send one of them niggas to start a riot in this bitch

Its the bars out the bricks, we got 40s with dicks

Fuck a diss, just a look will get you slaughtered right quick

Boss man

(Hook x 2)

Eye ball no scale with that cold cup

Wife beater, my boxers with that chopper under my sofa

Whole another level from you no mind to peons

Catch your body, then I celebrate like I m Deon

What is this?

Hey listen, red light ditched them

Twelve mile bayou they gone find you with the fishes

Every diss is like another love letter

But every gangster know that chopper help em thug better

Remorse, we can’t show that, just show us where that blow at

You hesitate by doin it, I mma show you what the flow at

Every diss is like another love letter

They gonna find you in that bottom, they ain’t gonna find you on Jewella

Cold case, cover on if they ain’t see nothing

That chopper get they mind right, I know it ain’t gone be nothin

Send yo goons, send my goons

Yours ain’t gone make it

Send em back in a body bag with a leather ring stop fakin' nigga

(Hook x 2)