SNEAK DISS

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ghostemane] Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave [Verse 1: Ghostemane] Mama always told me not to say nun mean Well my daddy told me "stick a motherfucker when you need" Safe to say I took the lesson from my pops, look at me, 23 Never been payin' respect to those who don't believe K-R-double E-P in the S-T-R-double E-T-Z With a Hennessy [?] on my feet Drink till my liver can't take no more n' my soul tell me to take it slow I do not have no self control and I'm always about to explode Put a motherfucker in the ground Next to a stone that says "I fuck with GHOSTE" I hustle for my cash and then I don't know where it goes Start a week with two G's But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind Cause I still make more than you would ever post online Where you stay sittin' in your grandma's home [Chorus: Ghostemane] Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave [Verse 2: Lil Infamous] Bitch I got eyes like a sparrow Double barrel, pull out bone marrow None narrow, never on your throat choke on this metal Never leave my home without the chrome, chaperone Shawty is mad at me cause I am run from collateral And I'm compatible with these bandanas or doing drugs The sicker ones are underneath the Tommy gun Bullets travel, better run like it's a fucking triathlon I pull out the stretcher These hollow rounds in niggas like Hannibal Lecter The 44 under the dresser like a compressor Van is special when I catch em [Verse 3: Locodunit] Must not know that I snatch his lips right off his face Take your bitch and pick her up and throw her in a phantom state Bitch, I need my mula up front so I don't play about my cake Tie you up and lay you in the middle of the interstate You a [?] fucking with my lonesome Smack you with that pistol till your nuts close to stun gun Bitch, Loco better, hoe, I'm killing for a Honda Send a pair of hollow tips straight through your eardrums Okay now [Chorus: Ghostemane] Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave [Outro: Ghostemane] Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave