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Lil Durk - Keep Dissing 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, man, pack that shit up, man, we gotta get up out this bitch

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missin'
Wanna know how niggas dyin'? Niggas keep dissin'
But I don't get in that, I'm steady wrappin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that 5, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and kickin' doors, that's just how we livin'

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
She done popped an Adderall, now she say she miss me
She gon' pull up, eat it all, only when she tipsy
Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a frisbee
Why the fuck these IG hoes always tryna tempt me?
Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention
Bitch, you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie
I told my dog don't pop no more of them yercs, he be in his feelings
I'm tryna fly her out to Turks, but, damn, this bitch stay trippin'
You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension
Tired of puttin' niggas on and they don't do nothin' with it
I'm tired of niggas sayin' they on, but they don't never spin it
I'm tired of bitches shakin' ass, get mad when I won't hit it
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Lil Durk]
I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missin'
Wanna know how niggas dyin'? Niggas keep dissin'
But I don't get in that, I'm steady wrappin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that 5, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey (Smurk)
Fuckin' hoes and kickin' doors, that's just how we livin' (You niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I be tryna tell 'em, without sayin' too much, we tryna nail him (Bah)
Bro got bodies, he a demon child, I'm brothers to a devil (Grrah)
I'ma slime you out, if brodie do it, I'm 'round you, I ain't gon' tell you (Finesse)
I done been on hits with every gun, them Dracos ain't gon' fail you
All my opps some bitches, half them came to court to be a witness (Snitch)
They was switchin', so I called them Threats to bring a couple switches (Switch)
And we bully killers, we take from the niggas who be takin' (Give me that)
And I'm petty, I need a deuce, I took a pint plus what he drinkin' (Drinkin')
I ain't never run, had to throw my Glock, I brought another gun ('Nother gun)
Even though I don't eat meat, I placed the order for another drum ('Nother drum)
Blue beam 'cause that red beam don't make the chasers swarm (Come here)
Lucky how we caught him, fuck his name, we call him Ladybug (Man, what?)
All them niggas sayin' my name, they better speak up (Come here)
Backseat with that Blackout, told the driver let his seat up (Let your seat up)
Hop out like we Uber Eats, "Hello, here go your pizza" (Hello?)
Free Rio out that jam, he just a real street nigga, man, what?
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'll blow that shit, bitch, I ain't stingy
You can slide around with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missin'
Wanna know how niggas dyin'? Niggas keep dissin'
But I don't get in that, I'm steady wrappin' up them chickens
I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches
I bang that 5, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey
Fuckin' hoes and kickin' doors, that's just how we livin'

[Outro: Real Boston Richey]
Niggas knowin' what we bang, never go against the grain
We been knockin' shit down from the streets to chain gang
Slidin' 'round with that Drac', yeah, the one with woodgrain
Call my dog a fuck nigga, guess it's just a Florida thing