lirik lagu diss the dead – youngbagchasers
[intro: yak yola]
we don’t even say go no more, we say fro
(aye, smoke got that dope)
(deno, what’s poppin’)
[verse 1: jae100]
i don’t give a f*ck about these rap n*ggas (f*ck ’em)
hondo be with shooters and all trap n*ggas (and all trap n*ggas)
really hopped out broad day and tried to clap n*ggas (tried to clap n*ggas)
and i ain’t gotta say too much, but you can ask n*ggas (i don’t)
they know what we on, we be quick to bend them blocks (bend them blocks)
all them n*ggas that be dissin’ us, they never send no shots (never send no shots)
god present on my birthday, bro just called, he wet a opp (he wet a opp)
i said “d*mn bro, give me details”, he just said he hit his top (hit a headshot)
now he a goner, ybc b*tch, we the chasers (chasers)
all these n*ggas gettin’ paper, or get close and really bang sh*t (we campin’ on them)
threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don’t gotta aim it
threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don’t gotta aim it
[verse 2: reek12hunnit & yak yola]
they keep braggin’ ’bout them pop shots (that sh*t was wack)
they know we come through and make it count (we make it count)
still rollin’ dead n*ggas, ridin’ through the city suited up (bro suited up)
bro see the bag, and get a run, she drop the fast, and get you touched (plucked)
we done dropped n*ggas, they like otf, and we them ducks (what)
they know we murder, cop b*tch tryna grab us
i told bro “no pullin’ over”, grab my mask, and then we out
we see that boy, and now he unheard of (god don’t give a f*ck)
we done got that drop, and hit his top, another murder
splash gang, stand on top, he tripped and fell, boy that sh*t over (boy that sh*t over)
hold on, wait, bro he ain’t finished (we ain’t finished)
chase him down, put two up in his top, that’s how we feelin’ (b*tch, that’s how we feelin’)
they know they can’t post up on our side, or we gon’ get ’em (we gon’ get ’em)
qriz’, i was slippin’ in that ride, we had to bl!ck ’em (we had to bl!ck ’em) (go)
[verse 3: ybcdul & yak yola]
sittin’ there, rollin’ up the dead opps (dead opps)
how the f*ck that boy still alive, he caught a headshot?
they told me “don’t diss the dead”, i’m like “i can’t stop” (i’m like why not?)
fro, buddy, snipe, all in the air, that’s three different blocks
we done bent the whole f*ckin’ west, we lookin’ for the opps (tryna find the opps)
q5 or k3 can’t make no more jump shots
i can sell a pound so fast, all dead opps (so fast)
why you flexin’ like you got cash, knowin’ you dead pop’ (what?)
[bridge ybcdul & yak yola]
bobby’s see me crackin’ heads, in the city, n*ggas know (we the chasers, go)
and we the ones that got the bags, n*ggas know (fro)
(yeah, we the ones that clap the clappers)
bobby’s see me crackin’ heads, in the city, n*ggas know
and we the ones that got the bags, n*ggas know (fro)
[verse 4: yak yola]
yeah i’m a real rapper, uh, (go), yeah i’m a real trapper (fro)
i might f*ck your b*tch, and do a drill after (what? spin)
wait, bro go on a tour, and k!ll a real rapper (spin again)
wait, left sh*t on his whip, and spin his wheel backwards (go)
we the ones that send the clappers up, we real clappers
yeah we the ones that wrap the rappers up, we real rappers (go)
lil’ bro can’t wait to let his nina bust
but we the reason n*ggas don’t chill on the 9, we come through heatin’ up (turnt it up)
i heard qrizzy caught a headshot, n*gga mir caught one to the neck
and snipe got caught up at the light, guess he ain’t make it back (no)
where the f*ck is livvy? tell him “get up with me, in the city” (get it in the city)
it ain’t no i get busy, glizzy with the swizzy and a f*nny mag (f*nny mag)
you know it’s the chasers, and been that, and b*tches still that
we known for chasin’ n*ggas down the street, and make ’em feel that (feel that)
hot sh*t, keep 80, this a glock with a mop stick, i can pop sh*t ’cause i pop sh*t (chase you down)
[outro: yak yola]
go, go spin again, we don’t even say go no more n*gga we say fro
man f*cks them, we spinin’ back to back then back then back then back
slidin’ up and let that sh*t blow
spin once then spin again, then spin again
like i said we don’t even say go no more man we screamin’ fro
givin’ n*ggas headshots all close range sh*t, it’s the chasers
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