How You Dissin Like 4 Of Your Homies Is Dead Lyrics was sung by Tata and written by Jenn Carter & Tata.
How You Dissin Like 4 Of Your Homies Is Dead Lyrics
[Intro: Tata, Dee Billz & Jenn Carter]
Glah, glah (Glah, glah)
Everythin' dead (Bi^^h, everythin' dead)
4-1 shots to the head, Bi^^h (Glah, glah)
(24 is the GOAT)
On bro, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom
Glah, glah (Everythin' dead)
It's Carter, d^^khead
Like
[Verse 1: Tata]
How you dissin'? Like four of yo' homies is dead (The f^^k?)
I send one of my ni^^as, kill all of y'all ni^^as
I see a opp then I see red (Glah, glah, glah)
With this pencil, fill 'em up with lead
Bend through the opps, i'm tryna catch em rec'
How you smokin' my dead and I don't got no dead
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead
She wanna come over, I left her on read (What the f^^k?)
ni^^as pu^^y
I'm a veteran, ni^^as is rookiеs
Big knocker, you can't book me
Walk in the party and I got 'еm lookin'
Nig-ni^^as be runnin' they mouth on the media
I run into ni^^as, yeah, it's lit
Bi^^hes be gettin' ahead of they self
I don't care if you pretty, suck my d^^k, glah
I'm wit’ Lato' rollin' up Gelato
ni^^as pu^^y and opp ni^^as follow
They know it's forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mul^^o
Wit’ the legs drinkin' Henny, no chaser
Bi^^h is dumb if she think i'ma chase her
Don't wanna f^^k on bro I won't make her
Put the beam to his face if he play with my paper
Ayo, Preme, boom that ni^^a (Yeah)
Uppin' the what? Remove that ni^^a
I'm not into politicin' on the media (Brrt)
Ain't no talkin', boom that ni^^a
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[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Look
I be geekin', I'm totin' a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a f^^k (Like)
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt (Glah-glah, boom)
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
He-he dumb, he a pot
Bi^^h on my body, she totin' my gun
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun
He tried to diss and we made 'em delete it
41 and we still undefeated (Glah-glah, boom)
Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix (Glah-glah-glah)
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it
She a baddie and shorty conceited
I told her I love her but, I do not mean it (Glah-glah, boom)
I be geekin', I only see red
She like, "Jenny you know that i'm fiendin"
You know i'ma keep me a tool
It stay right by my side, call me Nicki Minaj, d^^n (Like, d^^n)
Think he tough now he in a garage (Glah-glah)
Rollin' up while she give a massage (Glah-glah, boom)
I'm too active, I turn up the spot (Gang, gang, gang)
He think he tough, he got shot on the block
Please don't try to be somethin' you not
I'm like a chef and i'm stirrin' the pot
He think he a demon, we showin' no sympathy
Like d^^n, bullets is slippery
I told ni^^as to get out the way (Glah-glah)
You and yo' homie get shot in the face (Glah-glah, boom)
I'm a demon, you cannot get rid of me
Shorty is tweakin', the knock on her waist
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' a race