Bitch Don't Get Pissed On

[Hook: Demetrius Capone] This song ain't no diss song, bitch just don't get pissed on This song ain't no diss song, just don't get pissed on bitch (x2) [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] We ain't the type of niggas that'll diss no sister But some of these bitches be tryin' to get yo nigga Now this ain't no diss song, but bitch don't get pissed on These bitches will try to put your dick on Twitter Bitch, 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 Bitches gonna hate, bitches fall in love I don't even want none of the above I wanna piss on you, piss on you That's what a bitch get when she snitch on you You ain't even a 10, bitch you're an 8 on your face What a bitch 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 Bitch 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 niggas that'll disrespect chicks But some of these women they be gettin' wreckless Wanna act all mad, say a nigga ain't shit But just this morning you cooked me breakfast, bitch 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 bitch You ain't number 1, you're number 2 Ironically, you really ain't shit [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 niggas gettin' they diss on Dig it like this, if a bitch gettin' pissed when she listenin' to this She the bitch who was meant to get pissed on in this song Bitch, you be dyin' to lie, you the kinda chick that I analyze Tell a nigga girl that he ain't comin' home cause he sleepin' with you, Dirty Diana lies I laugh at that shit, ratchet ass bitch Doing whatever to get a rapper ass bitch No self-esteem havin' ass bitch Hold on, that last part was a diss I fall back in this bitch [Hook: Demetrius Capone]