SUGAR AINT SWEET - Dunc (DISS)

Lyrics

Naldi I'm waiting two months for you to drop a track on me
Two!
I'm sick and tired of it Imma keep it a buck
Two months is a long time
And on top of all that, I'm not even a fucking rapper

Don't wanna do it but I gotta prove it
I gotta make time, I gotta keep movin
This pussy done slid in my lane, and I'm groovin
I'm knockin off heads like I got a Ruger

Okay, okay
45k just to drop on a lame
I know you afraid
I know you got fame
I know that yo girl ain’t apart of the game
I know that you don’t look at rappers the same
I know that yo circle don’t feel like yo gang
I got a long list, and I’m not afraid 
To let it pop out when you mention my name

Bitch
Anyone else can try, but I’m not content 
And don’t get me started on Pluto-Hendrix
A long ass name with a whole lotta bitch

A long ass name with a whole lotta bitch
I’ll drop on yo mama I’ll drop on ya kids
I’ll drop on ya auntie, I’ll drop on ya sis 
I’m talkin bout Nala, these shots they don’t miss

And then we can talk about how you got paid just to hide from this shit
Yeah, I’m not a bitch
I’m sendin shots to the city you pray that yo name don’t end up on my list
I’m feelin like Santa I’m checkin my list, I’ll bring you some presents and shit
I’m tickin off names on that bitch, just pray that I don’t find you naughty and shit
And I’m not a bitch, and I’m not a hit, but I’m not afraid to send shots with a stick
And I’m not afraid to call out Naldi Pluto I know that you runnin just hide like a bitch

Im ngl I don't speak spanish I got no clue

La Familia - Dunc (ft. Stich) (DISS)

Run up on me and yo ass on the floor
Run up on Bobby yo ass out the door 
Vs two goats, the fuck do you know?
You droppin these tracks like we want some more
Bitch
We don’t wanna hear your shitty little lyrics
We don’t wanna hear you, you whiny little bitch
We outta here we wish that were true
Me and Bobby are tired of you fools
If we wanna listen to Drake, we damn sure wouldn’t come lookin for you
I’m tired of waitin, I’m losin my patience, I might just drop this track on you
You said that you cookin, you said that it’s comin I think that you lyin it’s just what you do
Is it Airy, Is it Nyri I don’t know the truth
Switch up on yo girls like you switch up in the booth
Grab a couple ghost writers and let em write for you
Know you need the help with Bobby in the room
I heard that yo gang is sick of you whinin is you boutta leave is that really true?
I don’t wanna do it but I gotta push it you takin your time, it’s not what I do
I like to press the issue, put the pistol to ya mouth pull the trigger
Put the pistol to ya bitch, with a switch, leave her in a ditch, body leakin and shit
Heard you run from rappers, here I am
Better call for MannyIAM
Not a rapper can protect you from me, not a feature you get will send me runnin
Little bitch
I can keep em comin man I am from the bricks
Here comes Bobby Brantley, man, he is from the sticks

Fuck it, know our beef was old, but I'm ready to light it up. 
Tired of hearing you talk shit, but you don't ever back it up. 
Sittin pretty in y2k with your feet up and you be talkin tuff. 
Say you keep a burner, but you ain't never shot nothin up. 
Always dissin', but I ain’t seen you diss a rapper once
Say  ain’t got no love, but you ain’t really got no nuts
You go for singers, photographers, and dunc. 
Like what did dunc do? 
But to be honest, man I'm bored of it. 
Know them twitter fingers gettin hoarse. 
You need to pack it up, 
before somebody smack you up. 
So gone and take some air on mr. take care with pink hair, 
While my boy Charlie leave you lookin stupid right there

Yardies where you ardies 
We got some pussy plenty dog boys ready to party
Smoke off the ladder, we them boys like hardy

Left that shit at the right time,
Now the boy be throwing up gang signs,
Keep that boy in the gang and they think they fine,
Put the boy in the five lose to L S 9.

When i was there they was chatting up shit,
'LS9 they some punk ass bitches'
Naldi come round then he lose his switch,
Make some money if the boy just fishes.

Thinking we cool but with big Dunc,
Y2K is this what you want?
I dint wanna diss bro but im bored,
Bro took me hostage in the white four door.

Fuck all the gang shit straight we cool,
Dissing up the game is just something to do,
Take this shit to the streets?
and straight. you'll lose

DROP IT - Dunc (ft Bobby Brantley, Bakes) (DISS)

Homicide - Dunc (DISS)

Left Y2K now this shit can get nasty
Left Y2K them boys not in the backseat
Know that they drivin your whip
Go talk to ya bitch
Do not talk with me, I’m too classy

Took you two months just to come and attack me
Took all them shots you ain’t even tag me
No I’m not signin with Dream, do not fuck with me
Unless you want Dee in a hearse, you bitch

Why is you fuckin with me
You got a whole team
I’m not a rapper I’ll hop on the beat
I pull up to Google and type in “Type Beat”
And now I got Dee and he in my DMs
He talkin bout can you just feature with me

I might be a lame, I might not got fame
But at least I got my gang with me
You can’t say the same, them features is tame
You in my comments glazin me 
It was just last week, you was talkin to me
Talkin bout Naldi and stompin ya feet
Talkin bout No Love,and how you might leave
Talkin bout Cherry, you got on one knee

Said that you’d hop on with me
But you in No Love and you cannot compete
You don’t want the beef
You talkin bout Naldi like he was ur puppy
Just tug on the leash
And that aint ya friend it’s just your relief 
To get you outta goin verses with me

This shit can get hairy, this shit can get hectic
This shit is hilarious, you callin out me
And I ain’t ya friend, so don’t talk to me
When Naldi kicks you out to the streets

Lowkey Tuff - Dunc (DISS)

Yung Gunna sendin shots at me I'm feelin ready
The fuck is an opp when the clip is lookin heavy
And im steady and I'm waitin for a diss that really gets me
Why don't you keep my name out ya mouth and run along to Keshi


Callin in a fly-in rapper, man that shit don't really scare me
Yung Gunna on the track but the clip is lookin empty
You can send them shots at me and I might catch a felony
No Love sendin rappers like I'm fearin it's the end of me 
And get that rapper off my back, you is not my enemy

Dropped a couple tracks now all of you is fans of me
Got tickets for the show but the seats are lookin empty
No love is really fitting when you switching hoes like Ricky

And I asked around about you but nobody got no info
What the fuck you dissin charlie for, you aint get the fuckin memo
King of Kings but the Kingdom fallin, you should check your ego
Said that you a hooper, you should stick to fuckin free throws

Broken Crown - Dunc (DISS)

Why is you callin out me
You don't know the beef and you don't know me
I hop in the booth and it's almost complete
I'm spittin these tracks it's so  simple to me, bitch

And that's what you sound like 
Hop in the bandlab gettin ya tune right
I'm not a fan like why is you callin my name in the diss
Know I'm a shooter and my shots they don't miss
Let's talk about Mrs. , you find a girl that can deal with the bullshit?

With the confusion, spittin out Country like what is you doin
Talkin up Smushy like you is the man, boy you is a fan
Hop on the wagon and post on the gram
“Yeah I am the man!”

And you just a bitch with a dick in his hand
You strokin his shit and you countin to 10
“I’ll do it for Naldi, that’s just who I am!”
And that’s what you say when you do it again

I’m tired of fans who  getting they hands on
Talkin to smushy get put in the friend zone
Beggin for features get smoked like a phantom
Smoked like a pack and I ain’t got the flame on

Host that event and I’ll reach out to Bobby
Talk on my name and this shit will get naughty 
And you cannot stop me 
I’m foldin you bitches, I do oragami
And it’s gettin sloppy

All of these names and they mentionin me 
Call me a bitch & a lame on the beat 
And I live on Mandem if you wanna drop this shit
And come lookin for me 

And I’m not a fan of all of the mans
Defendin Naldi over me 
I’m just one man, how hard can a plan
Be to come and take down me

As hard as it gets
It ain’t No Love without Naldi whippin feet
And you just his bitch until he gets that diss battle out of me

Dunc

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