the good, the bad, and the very very confusing {EchoRP Summer '23 Diss Track Szn}

it do be diss szn - EchoRP

No Way - Gunner x Naldi

Diss Track SZN Pt. 1 For Johnathan Matthews

#FREEMARIBANDZ

FREE RENT? (Johnathan Matthews Diss) - MariBandz

Diss Track Szn Pt. 2

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No care about a No Love it’s no time for me 
You can’t get no switch up on that tec so boy don’t lie to me
And I ain’t PD but when i pull up i’m gone line the street 
I Just hit up brody like they dissing we assigned the sweep 
Aye legacy the reason why y’all popping
And if it want for Wunner all that music get to flopping 
Why you worried bout that bitch?
She in my phone and she ain’t stopping
Y’all really gotta hear me out 
She in my phone and that bitch topless
We gone bring that beef like jimmy dean
hit his bean no Mr Clean 
That chain on me bling bling
Send that boy some rounds ding ding
Aye y’all done started with the wrong one 
I’m like Tyson with these disses come out throwing shots in round one
How y’all jacking that he him he got like 3 songs 
I could do what they do in 6 months with only 3 songs
Treat em like a bitch get beat on 
This a pissy blunt got peed on
Bitch i’m him I put the team on
If it’s beef i bring that T-Bone
Me and brody really carrying all these dummies on they fuckin songs
And I don’t care if it get wild I hop out whips and hit em like a bong
And you know they whole team depressed 
Bitch you dumb if you think D pressed
Run up on me hit his v neck 
Bitch you dumb if you think we next 
And man how you dissing Luna
You was out simping 
Mixing songs then you copped a house and she went out grinchin
Brody dropped a diss then deleted shit now he out missing 
Wouldn’t let her pay for any of them songs cause he was out simping 
Man I talk a lot shit cause on my soul them boys can’t fuck with me
It’s alotta rackies and i got em sticking out my dungarees
Man he hate Dior she love Dior that bitch was tryna hump on me
They ain’t got no fuckin bars so I put bread they try to dump on me
How the fuck is you gangsta wearing fishnets and bonnet
He don’t want that smoke shit chronic
Pass a opp to bro i’m diming 
And on some G shii I got a question how is VB breathing
He was in like 7 different gangs and ya just let em leave it
And I ain’t saying bro should die but i’m just fuckin saying
If y’all ain’t blood em out ya’ll ain’t on shii so cut the gang banging 
I’m just saying ain’t no real gangs 
Man them boys don’t fuck with culture
I be in that field much you know that i ride with vultures 
Stop claiming you a gang banger
Rockin all this fashion nova
Press me in a fishnet 
Bitch i’m just gon run you over
No Love No Love 
Get that shit up out my fuckin ear 
If it ain’t my brother on that beat then I don’t fuckin care
They like oh my god that’s GOAT i’m like bitch please 
Knocker on my body ima throw
Wont let em get me

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No Name Drops (No Love Diss) - LuvDior

Beach boiz what you doin fuckin with the big boys
No love, it aint just a name we tote big toys
Bank account low cause you bitches makin no noise
Comin for my burbur, i got caskets you can enjoy 

Tryin to rewind that, but you cant turn the time back
Comin for ya label cause im loaded up for combat
Know you weak ass artists aint even tryna respond back
All the no love women steppin, walk-in you's a door mat

15k for an album i know that aint really real
Couldn't be me cause im loadin up this dirty steel
Drillin all you shitty rappers, know im comin for the kill
How you try to come for burbur knowin you'd get slid by phil

I dont need a gun to kill you rappers treat you the beat
Murderous, i don't know a rapper who could step to me 
Better pay ya artists or ill have em workin on the street
Jade this a message i just put you in the hot seat

But for real, i really wish you will 
Just come and unload the steel, but you pussy sittin still
If you scared of the steel, then go n pick up the quill
Bottle you like some pills, cause im really feelin ill 

If you aint payin nacho then im rippin up his contract
We gon get my mans his money, pockets gon get ransacked
If you need my number then hit Brea for my contact
We aint just a label we a family we got all backs

Jeremiah better watch ya back ill put you on a tee
Devious, doin JJ dirty comin for the key
If you wanna up the blammers have you swimmin in the sea
You Cant even snap you dont rap you do rnb

Pologize to hayley while you bowin on ya dirty knee
Serious, ima have you cryin while you give ya plea
Better learn ya place if you ever comin for the queen
Don't know what you was thinkin musta been the 30 perks n lean

Claimin you on top but ya shows is never packed
Ain't droppin anotha name cause you bitches got no tracks
I did my due diligence just knowin that you got clapped
But this is for anyone thats feelin kinda attacked

Madness - Lil Phil

Diss Track Szn Pt. 3

This diss war shii fun

Solo Squad (Phil Diss) - LuvDior

NACHO - On My Own

fuckin up these motherfuckin bitches OOH fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckin fuckin MM MM YEAH I don't even UH fuckin UH what UH fuckin UH what UH fuckin UH yuh UH fuckin aye aye fuckin up the UH YEAH fuckin it up

NACHO X Meigh - F*%kin

so.. y'all mad because we're broke?
y'all mad because even though we're not government-funded, we still dropped half a mil last month on our artists and staff? 

turn a sad bitch to a bad bitch
now, i'm mad, bitch 
lil boys made their diss, that shit was average
lil dick energy, bad move testin' me
bitch a disease, her infection spreads
talkin shit like you know what the fuck was said 
talkin shit bout some rumors that you were fed
just a filipino queen, with a filipino dream 
workin hard to feed my team
best believe we reign supreme


Yeah I showed up late and bitch you took the bait 
So sad that you cannot take 1 mothafuckin' complaint, yeah
bully bitches wanna run they mouth
wanna hide about  
they not on yo diss
they not on yo track 
you not on my level
BITCH - you just not special

Miss Kim didn't need alla that
never wanted her to read alla that 
i know you really believe alla that
but listen sis, you a low bitch for that

it's really not that serious, anak
so scared to pick up the phone and talk
if it was never about the money, we wouldn't be here 
government babes crying so loud
y'all can't even hear


the stupid shit that you say
like fuck,  you can't be THAT dumb? 
are y'all dumb? 

ay nako

truth is 
we're not no love
we're not 404
it's the BITCH BOIZ
and I'm THAT BITCH. 

the bitch that fired Kylo
the bitch that fired Loli
sweet pea just joined us
really not sure what's goin with her story
but i believe the truth 
that shit's gonna hurt 
to all them big dogs 
that wanna throw dirt 
when ya subsidized 
you just believe the lies 
just as sick as your fabricated ties
livin rentfree, and shit ain't free
autotune no need, mami and i mix it all 
way more than i say for most of y'all

being broke it ain't no joke
you're rich it's even worse 
when you pick on small labels
go 'head smack yourself with that fendi purse
ya mixes are ass
your music is trash
they whisper and say
we're not gonna last 
throw ya stones, it'll pass

throw ya stones, it'll pass
crazy they scared over cash
be scared, we'll put you on blast 
it's no love lost at last
it's no love lost 
they tryna leave the label, 
it's okay tho 
it's no love lost 
yeah, it's no love lost 

[INTERLUDE J&J]

it's no love lost
every day of the week 
it's no love lost 
check my statements, you freak
it's no love lost
rollin out like I'm Sheik
it's no love lost
every day of the week

NO LOVE LOST

Message - Mr. Lite

(Verse 1)
I can’t show you no and I can’t no sympathy 
Fuck what you be saying cause at the end you is my enemy 
When I sold you all these guns, you didnt have this energy 
Calling out VB guess that boy had little jealously 

Carried on a song but you’re not without Mari 
Slamming haters number 1 and I’m hoopin like Amare 
Not like a shooter like steph but your little ass is sorry 
Should’ve shot for your brother now his ass in the safari 

Woo back woo hoo stomped him in my Jimmy choos 
Plenty dogs, plenty guns, bitch we makin money moves 
On the rise I’m on top you my son peep the view 
Grab the 5 get the guns put that pussy on the news 


Heard that pussy on the chapter wanna go and rip a page 
Gunner is the only reason that sorry ass is paid 
Instead of talking shit go and grab Dior and catch this fade 
Sweep these bitches up clean fit I’m like a fucking maid 

CEO the biggest creeper, fucked his artist when they feature 
Pocketed all this money and he ran off like a fucking preacher 
Keep your paws to yourself you dirty little fucking creature 
Label all full of pussies shaken up like a seizure 

(Hook)
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure it’s a diss 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure i make hits 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure you a bitch 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure I’m on your head til it’s splits 


(Verse 2)
You ain’t say no names cause yo ass is fucking pussy 
I’m in the king in this bitch and my gun will make him boogie 
Claiming that you mike but yo ass is swinging like a rookie 
Grab that goofy by the head and knock him out like Snooki 
Beach boys WildNOut ima hit em with this cannon 
I’m sharpe in this bitch and first name is Shannon 
You bitches is some pussies and ya smelling a salmon 
And they’ll end up up on Twitter and they tweeting like Karen 

(Hook)
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure it’s a diss 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure i make hits 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure you a bitch 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure I’m on your head til it’s splits

NO PRESSURE - Naldi

they done turned me up to 10
ill stomp a a bitch like kim 

No you is not my friend
no stink we cant be twins

and if you fucking want my man then just say that
hate to drop a sneaky bitch i dont play that
you just wanna be like me then just say that
bentayga to the yatch where i lay at


dont be fucking with my family hoe just back back
steady all up on my dick this bitch gon' need her back slapped
he already know the deal ill cut a dick like blackjack 
said that theres no feelings girl thats cap like a snapback 
you a brokie you cant even pay your rent hun
hoppin block to block like that pussy help you get some
we on different timing mastermind hoe bitch you big dumb
whole ass snack baby girl you just a lil crumb
and if you wanna test me pussy bitch just say that
and if you tryna lose ya life like bitch just say that
wanna be a hoe no wife you dumb bitch say that
cant compete with my type just fucking say that

they done turned me up to 10
ill stomp a a bitch like kim 

No you is not my friend
no stink we cant be twins

and if you fucking want my man then just say that
hate to drop a sneaky bitch i dont play that
you just wanna be like me then just say that
bentayga to the yatch where i lay at

yes i am that top bitch
hoe you are an opp bitch
keep sneaking round these parts now you know you need to stop it
lame ass bitch i socked it
brand new whip just copped it 
My girlies pullin up and you know we make deposits
and if you wanna test me pussy bitch just say that
and if you tryna lose ya life like bitch just say that
wanna be a hoe no wife you dumb bitch say that
cant compete with my type just fucking say that

bitch just say that
bitch just say that
hold up bitch just fucking say that
know ash dont ever play that

Kim K - Ash

Hey Naldi.. like why you keep talking that shit you get carried by Sasha
He keep popping that shit out the side of his neck imma pull up and hit that lil boy wit da knocka

And we know you a opp, I really hope Gunner ain't pay for yo feature on "Chop"
All of yo music is ass, whenever you diss it song like you gargling cock
So why did you speak on the gang, when we was around you never came spin onna block
Yo only hit song was carried by Winnie, he really yo daddy you callin him pops
And I really feel bad for any dumbass who paid yo lil ass for a feat
The way you deliver yo lyrics on songs I don't even know why you pay for the beat
Go get him a back brace, I'm talkin bout Gunner he carried the team
Naldi a pussy, he finna get treat like a cat the way I come through with a beam

Hey Naldi, like why you keep dissing the twins you know we get onnat
Sasha be killing you, everytime she onna song, she treating yo ass like a doormat
So why are you all in my ear tryna rap, don't nobody want that
Get em up outta the stu, his lyrics are poop, so point this lil bitch where the door at
So why did you speak on my name, you know that this shit get messy
I'm in the bahamas, I'm fuckin yo mama, she all on her knees tryna give me that necky
Why is ya'll claiming ya'll really be bangin, how did that boy get a switch onna techy
You need to stop talkin that shit, yo homie a bitch, he know it I'm talkin bout Keshi

Look
If he feelin offended go tell that lil boy I'll be here for the month
Why is he beggin for smoke, my twin'll pull up witta pole and put him inna blunt
Naldi ain't never out getting no pussy, he be payin dem artist to fuck
Keshi be watching his girl go fuck up on all of these dudes, you know he a cuck

It's really ashame, why you keep on saying my name, you know that I'm poppin
Why would you come for a artist that's better than you, is dissin me really an option
You be cookin that mid everytime you go hop onna mic, you trash really just stop it
That song was better when Keshi was there by himself, like what was you saying on "Toxic"
Now look at the lyrics you really be saying on songs, that shit really never made since
Up till this day i still would'nt pay for a feature, i still would'nt give em a cent
Gunner and Sasha be carrying all of ya songs, they really be giving you hits
Like why was you squashing the beef with Jay Wood, look Naldi you really a bitch

Look Naldi you really a simp
Look Naldi you really a hoe
Look Naldi you really be holding dem guns, but Naldi was never out shootin that pole
Look Naldi you really can't rap
Look Naldi you all inna pack
Look Naldi you really not good at the music so really stop rapping that shit getting trash

Hey Naldi (Naldi Diss) - MariBandz

No Mercy (Diss) - LuvDior

Thank you Karma for the cover art.

Lyrics:

Tired of the wack raps comin from yall cats
If y'all aint sendin bars back, you gotta fall back
You all wack
They should rip up ya contract
You screamin "free mari" I don't know where ya squad at
Jade what was that? Shouldn't drop a response track
Dior mention them guns, but got O's in his ball cap 
You callin Jay wild you was beggin for guns back 
Compare yourself to me , i aint ever done been clapped

You aint got a plan A, You aint got a Plan B
You fuckin wit me, then Naldi fuck up ya family
Im talkin bout airing out granny, dare me 
You'll find her in the cemertary, burried

Think you makin plays, but you runnin out of time outs
Starrin in home alone, im blitzin up ya moms house
Talkin bout 30k not knowin what the grinds bout 
You comin for no love, but the beach boiz was ya last route

Damn son, how you fumble the bag
You Was rockin wit no love, you had ash on a track
She carried ya sorry ass, cause ya verse's are trash
You cant even stay on beat, cadence gone in a flash

How you comin for the label knowin you got dropped bum
Steady talkin bout these guns you aint ever popped one
Claimin that you woo but i heard that you got dropped son
Mass releasing all these disses but you know that i won

Lil Phil - Baggin Bodies

[BREA]
heard you know when to pick your battles
hope this time your ego isnt that fragile
but at game time yeah i bring my best
i got no love tatted on my chest.
and ill stand up for your "FAMILY" too
why dont you tell your C E O the truth?

[ASH]
fucking with the fam bitch you have no clue 
tried to come for my girl now ima come for you
guess we caught a snake in the grass i popped it too
name is J-A-D-E and we aint fucking cool
super shady no wonder all the artists wanna leave
super crazy if you thinking that ya label fuck with me 
its a con its a fake is a body in that sea
oh my god hold up wait yall some food ima eat
jerimiah thats a company not tinder boy relax 
use ya palm maybe then all the drama could collapse 
stop the tweets make a song or at least a couple raps
nevermind labels mid sorry  just speaking facts
i dont even wanna talk on jj how yall did him 
gave his role up for a check to man with no rhythm 
heartless ass CEO he dont got a soul in him 
pass the mic to my girls knowing they can go get him

[BURBER]
They put me on the track and call it savage
Got your staff in my dms cause you can't manage
Couldn't handle an event Queens had to plan it
Career ending, here to wipe you off the planet
She did this, she did that, bitch but where are all the facts?
How you getting bodied by Burber on her first track
I wish you good luck with trying to get me down
Look into the mirror and you'll see the clown
Shame how you riding out with other people's names
Pussy bitch your whole label's filled with fucking lames
Keep your toes out the water cause it's full of snakes
Say your prayers cause you're here fucking with the greats

[MACI]
its cute you been talking all this shade
but fuck with no love and you gon get slayed
you beggin for a buildin' while we're sittin gettin paid
yeah we're sippin on mojitos while you sippin minute maid

[CHLOE]
All Bark , No Bite
Hope we keep you up at night
All empty threats
Come for us and you'll end up dead
All Bark, No Bite
No Love family's ride or die
All empty threats
Now you know we'll come for your heads

[MEIGH]
Got your artists on a leash and you walk em thru the mud
While you're paying them with pennies for their tears, sweat, and blood
Empty checks, breaking necks, bitches leaking like a flood
Got your people bleeding dry like their jugular is cut
You've got them starving and they fiending on some gluttony
They stranded on the Beach wanting a better company
Jade you're really out here acting like you're somebody?
All of your people leaving home they want our custody
pussy
Think you're slick but we've been in the game for longer
Seated on the bench because you'll never be a starter
Beach boyz talking shit about their fucking founding fathers
Better find some help you're gonna need a fucking doctor
C E O is on some buying favors typa beat
The way he moves I'm worried he gon' make an enemy
And his songs all sound the same I skip right to the feat
You can't touch my people cause they all ride next to me

Bark No Bite - No Love Girls

CoxK this and that
You mad that Stacy wouldn't date you for your simpin' ass
Like she said, your music is trash
You mumble too much
Motherfucking fucking fuck
You're not gonna stay
I need subtitles can't understand what you say

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
DustinK now let's discuss
Enunciate, at least answer me
Viper Records Akagane 
Your diss tracks are whack 
Can't find the rhythm, the note or the key
It really do be giving Kokoro and Anarchy

The Interlude

Pride month bout over stay the fuck up off ya brothers dick 
Incestual ass twins I peeped that choppa made them brothers split 
Responding all fast with some filler that’s that dumpster diss
He talking got me wired boy he a undercover bitch
Some weird attachments on that gun I wonder why it hit like that 
His stupid ass be punchin in the sand why he spit like that 
Same flow on every song like Da Baby man ya shit is wack 
Put the twins up in a pack and mail it off and you can check the track 
Been listening for the last few days y’all say the same shit 
Keep gunning for my bro when y’all get carried by the same kid 
That weak ass line bout Ash makes me think you want my main bitch 
This loser worried bout my cox cause Stacy ain’t want taste his 
Funny talking like he him boy I’m Him Carey
Got no tolerance for the shit gas me up like him dairy 
Oh he woo you gangster damn I’m thinking  "him scary" 
If I address they switching up like Madea Tyler Perry 
Pussy bar that 
Left em as a guest like ain’t no call back 
I’m with the shits till season change these bitches better fall back
Buddy had momentum now Keshi here to stall that 
A 90 overall bitch I’m all that in a straw hat 
Since it’s diss season lemme talk to you Tre
You still a scary bitch who better not step into that booth 
Buddy dodging all the smoke they drug testing civis too?
While I'm burying beach boys you might wanna get to diggin too 
But really what fuck was twin on?
I was on the sideline chillin getting my fucking grin on 
Laughing at some losers droppin some diss songs they mid on 
Mari got a fetish cause he wanted to get shit on 
And don’t forget you told me silent rolled you up huh 
You called me and I put them guns all in my trunk huh 
You really reaching tryna make it to the front huh 
Dick suckin labels ain’t gon give you what you want Huh

Him Carey - Keshi

Last diss, good shit Keshi.

Look
Now why is that boy tryna diss, he know he can't get in that bag
He really be freeloading off of his wife, he bought her a ring cause he living off Ash
Keshi be talking like he never fuck with my music, I'm carrying this pussy he trash
Keshi be cheating all over his girl, he living a lie he be giving her crabs
Now let's really speak about Jay Wood, yeah you went to ride I'll give you respect
But let's not forget how I was just out in that field, you hid in the car with a tec
We know that they paying you pennies, while you talking to me better speak wit ya chest
Yo label not fucking with none of the music I make, that's why he gone talk out his neck

Look
We addressing the topic, I know why we never signed
Half of yo artist are mad that we better, you ain't speaking on that cause you know that they crying
And I know why you got out the street life, cause Ash got tired of paying dem fines
She really the dude in that marriage, you need to stop poppin yo shit and get back onna grind
Now let's really talk, I really been "HIM" with da music before you could even go walk
Talkin bout Jay Wood dropped me, last I can remember we put him in chalk
I can take on the label, you really promoting a creep, ain't good he wanna just stalk
You know that I'm better than most of yo label, I'm really top 3 ain't no reason to talk

Whenever I walk in the spot, I be clutching the glock this a real pipe burner
Keshi be living off Ash, prolly beating her too he the real Ike Turner
Talkin bout I'm in love wit his bitch, she can't handle the dick boy I really might hurt her
I'm killing this pussy all over this beat, I won't get outta jail if they hit me wit murder
Facts

Ike Turner (Keshi Diss) - MariBandz

NACHO - Aint Havin It (Diss Track)

Top Say Winniemix
Beat Produced by Kidd Freddo x Jerome

HAHAHAA bitch come test me, before that tsunami, y'all was all broke. Was up a hunnid bands before this music shit came in and put me up even more, shoutout the Label. - One of No Loves Greatest Artists, Winnie. P.S I aint getting paid off this song i dont need the check from it :) COME BOT ME IF U WANT PUSSY


LYRICS: [Intro]
Cook it up, Jerome
KiddFreddo

[Refrain]
Was steady bumpin him, couldn't dream of him just hating on us
I say fuck him , I say face him (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say whack something, yeah, I say take something

[Verse 1]
Killin shit for years and I ain’t dead yet
You can find da youngin where that Red at
It ain't beef bitch if they dont kill yo label
You a bitch boy, and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us, that boy dead gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first ’for them scary muthafuckas spin back

[Chorus]
I say
Let him keep on dissin, he's a dead man
(Hold on) I say
We gone do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with some dirty people (let's go)
Standin with this money I'm a murder figure

[Verse 2]
Botting yo own songs you must be insane
Fuck around with No Love, we leave you inside a casket wit no Brain
R.I.P Beach boiz, thats a dead label, don't say that name
Flexing all on you pussy bitches in a big watch, big chain
Out here digging for GOLD pussy bitch JEREMIAH where you stay at ?
Pull up on em with them glocks out we gone rock out where you lay at.
I aint know u was a hating bitch, where tf all yo plays at ?
You steady riding on that label dick, come holla at me, where Jade at?
You got hella bots thats in yo likes, bitch how much you fucking spending ?
That boy jealous cause we stacking up this money, bitch we winning 
If you claiming you a shark bitch, dont come around our waters
And the only thang you biting bitch is them pockets off of yo artists
Bronem said he changed the music scene when he got off the plane
Stupid bitch, you a fiend, you had to Leech off Carter name
Quit that dissing in yo songs with that cappin you a lame
And you claim that you a savage, HAHA!  bitch please
I aint never had NO LOVE for BITCH BOIZ so don't speak on our name
Who you exposing ? Bitch its nobody, we both can play that game
Shoutout to Brea, thats Big B
She know im still in these streets
Take a picture we gone crop his stupid ass behind the scenes
And for that girl who spoke on Burber, bitch its gone be a Murder
This X3 take yo top off, some shit you never heard of
I really be the best inside the city, test me, you get burnt up
Let them shots off
Booted off that molly bitch I'm turnt up

[Chorus]
I say
Let him keep on dissin, he's a dead man
(Hold on) I say
We gone do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with some dirty people (let's go)
Standin with this money I'm a murder figure

Bitch Boiz / Top Say Remix (Diss Track)

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