SAVAGE MAN (ft. Jeremiah Gold)

Bend - Styles Twins

Rush - LuvDior

DEMON LOVE - Gunner Ft. Naldi & 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 (Diss) - LuvDior

NACHO - On My Own

NACHO - BREATHE

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 (Last Diss) - MariBandz

Just wanted to preface this by saying this is a diss track made through and for roleplay. this is not an IRL attack at the people behind the characters.
I repeat, this is for ROLEPLAY, NOT REAL LIFE.

(DIALOGUE) 
V: Girl did you hear the diss track she dropped? More like piss track if you ask me...
S: Oh yea girl, that whole song was a cup of tea. You remember what she said to us tho ?

"if i had the money i would pay yall"

V: Oh yea I remember, but her song said something like, "y'all mad because even though we're not government-funded, we still dropped half a mil last month on our artists and staff?" i think it was? idk, i could be crazy....
S: except for this staff! And she was screaming at us so hard after basically saying this was all Jeremiah's fault.

"and that's on Jeremiah, and that's on Jeremiah"
"let me keep it 1000, we don't have the money, we have never claimed to have the money"

Be for fcking real
yeah you know the deal
sign the contract and lick the seal
come at us, we'll eat you up like a murder meal
you on some goofy shit 
like Key and Peele

Oh Addie dabaddie?
no Addie Mcpatty
more clapped than a milli hands
that's fvcking ratty
you tried to flirt with my man
are you crazy?
go and sniff some flowers btch
and push up some daisies 

I'm a Girls girl so Don't get it twisted
but flirting with taken men will get you pistol whipped 
and
How rich of you to make a song about a snake
When you're the biggest one 
made of plastic cause your fake!
So sit there and twist the story all that you want 
Cause shiit I can cut you up on another song.
you want to argue 
be very bitter
but when it comes to fighting B*tch
I'M the heavy hitter.

BFFR

IM NOT DOIN ANY MORE DISSES I DONT CARE BOUT YA PETTY DRAMA LEAVE ME ALONE GANGY
shoutout to karma for my cover art and production

[Verse]
Cus we not those
If he want the beef I let it simmer like a pot roast
Everything he rappin soundin cheesy like some nachos
And I ain’t dissin him im droppin gunner name like tacos 
It’s been a couple months and I’m still fillin up your (w)raps tho
John why you snap tho?
Cus they still talkin crazy while I’m gone, I’m spinnin back tho
I’m sneakin on they ass, I’m creepin on em through the back door
Sendin shots around em bet they never sending back those
Yeah cus they don’t want it with me
You seen what I did in like 3 hours, I’m still walkin “rent free”
Claim you had the city shook but I heard “Johnathan is snapping”
If you really want it I can talk about the way you rapping
Yea see cus you been biting bars, Lil Uzi then a drake song it’s makin me unhappy 
Claim you got like 80 fuckin tracks but they all sound the same 
Claim you freestyle, recyclin’ bars is your name
I just hit a parlay bettin on myself
And that’s against you, I’m comin up’ and makin wealth
You shitting out the tracks but they all got no sustenance 
and if you need some help pronouncin that
I’m teaching consonants 
Bitch
I got this confidence
I came up droppin heat, I changed the game up with no consequence
I elevate myself and those around me, with my dominance
Mama made me do it by myself, so I’m not stoppin’ it
I just took your chance to say sorry bitch I’m stompin it
guess I put this Tec up to your head cus you incompetent
You ain’t learn the first time
Guess it’s my return rhymes
You think that I’m dead but I am not
It was a nice try
You just a nice guy
You ain’t really got that dog in you
You not top 5
Plenty people in that label cheffin’, you a fry guy
If they told you to jump up off that high horse, think you might die
I don’t do subliminals, I’ll just say Gunner’s name
Claim you sending shots but I ain’t never seen you aim
Claim you on the block but I ain’t never seen you bang
And since Mari touchin sand y’all boys ain’t never been the same 
Yeah so why you step to me 
cus if you ain’t in top 5 you ain’t standing next to me
This shit come to easy you ain’t never get the best of me 
and if you tryna cook I swear to god I got the recipe
Yes I said that once before, you know I had to flip that
Recycling is easy, gunner came into a mismatch
tweakin over shorty he ain’t gonna get his bitch back
And if he try to see me face to face he get his shit snatched
Yeah you say my name too much
If you want my dick so bad you gotta take me out to lunch
Can’t compare your pen to mine they know I got the Midas touch
Callin me saitama way I’m endin this shit in one punch

No Name Drops (Diss) - LuvDior

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