[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
This song ain't no diss song, b**h just don't get pissed on
This song ain't no diss song, just don't get pissed on b**h
(x2)
[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
We ain't the type of n***as that'll diss no sister
But some of these b**hes be tryin' to get yo n***a
Now this ain't no diss song, but b**h don't get pissed on
These b**hes will try to put your dick on Twitter
b**h, understand you from side chick records
So don't be tryin' to call me every 5, 6 seconds
Gettin' mad when I don't answer, now she threaten to send my main chick a picture of my dick naked
b**hes gonna hate, b**hes fall in love
I don't even want none of the above
I wanna piss on you, piss on you
That's what a b**h get when she snitch on you
You ain't even a 10, b**h you're an 8 on your face
What a b**h gon' do?
[Verse 2: Kenny]
I just told boo I got money for a verse, now she want the money in her purse
I said you's a sideline chick, I should call you Doris Burke
b**h just don't get this wrong, and get pissed off when you get pissed on
So they don't catch feelings gotta cut the relationship short when you dealin' with a dick this long
When my dick spring into action, she spring in the past tense
Sprung, become mad and way past tense, if she can't have it
Deal with ratchets, not me yo
On my phone I call shots but not these hoes
I don't ring these hoes or drill these hoes
I don't ring these hoes but I watch these hoes
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We not the kind of n***as that'll disrespect chicks
But some of these women they be gettin' wreckless
Wanna act all mad, say a n***a ain't sh**
But just this morning you cooked me breakfast, b**h
You wanna get my necklace, try to take a picture to get some leverage
You just want evidence, make my girl hella pissed
Where do you get off? You missed your exit
You know what's going on, why you wanna act new
I'mma run game like a runningback do
Momma told me never to love a damn floo-zy
See, I don't understand you
Ain't even a main chick, and even a main dish
You a side dish, stay in your place b**h
You ain't number 1, you're number 2
Ironically, you really ain't sh**
[Verse 4: Julius Luciano]
It don't really make sense how these chicks be madly
In love, takin' pictures tryin' to Instagram me
They watch my moves, wait for me to slip
They watch and wait like Kirstie Alley
This ain't no diss song, this ain't about n***as gettin' they diss on
Dig it like this, if a b**h gettin' pissed when she listenin' to this
She the b**h who was meant to get pissed on in this song
b**h, you be dyin' to lie, you the kinda chick that I an*lyze
Tell a n***a girl that he ain't comin' home cause he sleepin' with you, Dirty Diana lies
I laugh at that sh**, ratchet a** b**h
Doing whatever to get a rapper a** b**h
No self-esteem havin' a** b**h
Hold on, that last part was a diss
I fall back in this b**h
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]