Tyga - Diss Song lyrics

I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue yea
I got some shit on my mind

First off, this song
Meant to be tooken wrong
Bad intentions and all
Don't want the problem resolved
Heard it was you I'm like nah not my dawg
Went to school together Took the bus and all
Back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers
They told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice
Got my bike stolen dawg
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Til I see the nigga wrong hat
Now it’s head off
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
Wrote down the shit I saw now
I don’t look at shit the same


Now how am I to blame for
You choosin a life in made?
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you down
That’s embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious
Not even congratulations
Told niggas we’re related
Even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about
You even though you still hate it
I know you think ‘cause this
Fame I’m probably jaded
Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter
Tell her happy belated
For me, I don’t care if that car lease
You in it you own it and that’s all me
Being smart don’t mean cheap
You could take a life sitting
In the driver’s seat
Take your shades off, I’m like
(Remember me?)

I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song
This is not a diss song
They just wanted this song
Tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song

Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
Judging my highlights when it’s
Shots like Horry
Always tryin to take from me, criticize
Hate on me wanna call me fake cuz you
Really can’t relate to me
Your remarks, blatantly out of character
You sociopaths couldn’t make a
Dollar in America
On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you niggas something to ride to
Gave you niggas something to get fly to
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want the fast life
Barely in the drive through
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
You’re a fan nigga? It’s cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don’t need that
You like it? Buy it you don’t? don’t cop it
Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss so I
Can’t blame yo ignorance
It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant
I’m a big event so go ahead and vent
(I’m a big event so go ahead and vent)

I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song
This is not a diss song
They just wanted this song
Tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song

Listen to diss song listen to diss song
Diss song
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
I ain’t tryna diss you
I ain’t tryna diss you
Tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you make a diss song
Tell em play this song diss song
Diss song

Bill rings, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice
Never knew what pain will bring
This moment of clarity
I do it for my auntie’s nephew
Never had a niece they call it spoken word
Don’t want it to speak
Don’t mix the colors with whites
As if it was bleach back of the bus
Niggas fightin over window seats
Tryna compete, T-Raww’s
Make this idea complete
Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?
God rest his soul
Tryna protect his gold chain
It’s rules to the shit
But just it ain’t a game
Give or take, niggas still gon violate
Not up for discussion
Nobody cockin and bussin
You tough? It’s always someone tougher sayin
Fuck me some public law
Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact
Went from hood racks to Maybachs
How hood is that? Plaques on the wall
Wall match the chrome gat
Gat packed, backpack
Backpack rapper never was that
Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone
These simple heartbeats
That’s a real diss song (Motherfucker)