Dissipation (FYTD)

Hook Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Pre-Verse Try to fuck with that beast coast We come back with that riposte You don't know? (Hold this for me..) [Verse: No Idols] Bitch, I make hits, got a bat and a trigger Rap game sweet, why you look so bitter? You can't reach me like broken transmitters? Your net worth is by cock-suckers that glitter? Make your chick stay wet, got condensation She mad you ain't shit, constipation All your clothes fake, fabrication I'll make you go poof, nigga, Dissipation I don't give a fuck about you or your bitch, moving her hips, if she not flashing her tits All my homies ride like the crash when it hits And the women trying to fly, put the cock in her pit I told her you don't want a man like me Who starts to grab a mic and rips these beats No pity, no hesitation Who writes his own verse on his medications I treat life like a chess game If we not cool, then the basis ain't first name I mean, I hate y'all in the worst way Most of y'all will get cut, call it Child's Play I speak what I see, what did I say? I see failure, must be Guy Fawkes' Day What I tell you 'bout keeping on your toupee? See we eating all day, homie, buffet Hook Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) [Pre-Verse: Vonell] All these niggas wanna hate We don't turn the other way We come back, retaliate like oh, lord And your girl, she wanna stay You ain't gonna do nothing She got tatted Groovie Gang like oh, lord [Verse: Vonell] Hold up, you ain't fucking with some real niggas You should already know that Real shit, motherfucker, I'm a king Thought you was the man, nah, nigga, Scratch that People hearing that I'm coming to the club We don't care that you coming cause your fans wanna show up They scream my name when I pull up And everybody wanna take a picture with that Kodak Clown ass nigga, grown little man, Kevin Hart ass nigga Me and my not the same, cause I'm heading for the fame and you can't fuck with us Talking about my hitters, that's a cross for you niggas, I'ma let you know now, no remorse for you niggas Your girl riding with me, bumpin' in that two seater, I'ma knock the pussy out, hit it like I'm Bruce Willis We on the rise, working hard for this shit like constipation Lord, please walk with us, get us through all these complications Cause people wanna bang like they know us, I'll knock a nigga out with no hesitation But, the top is waiting, we paper chasing, so, fuck 'em then, no time for wasting, that's groovie Pre-Chorus Groovie Gang, APE, Fuck with us, nigga, Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up Fuck you tryna' do, Fuck you tryna' do Fuck you tryna' do, Fuck you tryna' do Hook Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie) Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)