Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

Shoot him in the face on a church day
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
Your whole clique nigga
Lost so many niggas to this shit
[Verse 1]
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences
Do a drive by on him first day
[Intro]
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
I got to play it safe out here
I’m not guilty
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
(uh-uh, gang gang gang) You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?
I’m innocent, innocent
Die on your birthday
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
This is for all the young niggas innocent
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
Do a drive by on him first day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck

Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
I’m innocent, innocent
Fuck nigga pressed charges
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
I’m innocent

I’m innocent
I get my gun out when I’m delivering

You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You lil rat ass bitch
Pull down on him on lurk day
You know what I’m sayin’
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Fuck Trump
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
(uh-uh, gang, gang gang) You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga?
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
[Verse 2]
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Hair all over your shirts and shit
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
Snitched on every song
Do a drive by on him first day
Your whole clique pussies man
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
Pull down on him on lurk day
I’m innocent
And show up in court, I’ma get even
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
Scared for your life
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
I’m not guilty
(uh-uh, gang, gang gang) Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga?
They tryna get me out the way out here
You lil junky ass bitch
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
(gang gang) And play dead for the night?

Tell your fans the truth
Yeah ho
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
These niggas gay out here (gang)

I’m innocent
Shoot him in the face on a church day
[Outro]
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)
[Chorus]
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
Bitch ass nigga
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
It’s so much hate out here
(uh-uh, gang, gang gang) You wanna die about a verse lil nigga?
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
All you niggas bitches
(uh-uh, gang, gang gang) You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga?
And then press charges on me
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
[Chorus]
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Take him to the hood, put him on set
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Pull down on him on lurk day
(uh-uh, gang, gang gang) You wanna die about a verse lil nigga?
And got the feds running up in every home