DSGB - Sam Diss lyrics

Sam: Shut up Yeah Yeah What sup Sam (x7) Sam: Go To Bed You make a song dissing me becuase I'm Pastor Troy Do You Think I should Get'EM, well uh-huh We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! You make a song dissing me becuase I'm Pastor Troy Do You Think I should Get'EM, well uh-huh We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! Ok, ok ok ok You make a song dissing me because I Pastor Troy Wanna act like you don't even know your boy All that screamin' and hollain'tryin to crank up the club Reppin' Zone 3 n***a they ain't showing no love The best thang Oomp could do was drop you What make it so funny Universal is too While you with yo booze snottin' up an ounce I'm droppin 6 figures the owner of da Bounce This n***a actin' like he's boss, this n***a actin' like he's sold Sam, time to hang it up Hitman you're getting old And I ain't talking about your lyrics I'm talking bout your age 15 years in da game and still ain't got paid And then you want to throw your Big Oomp chain like a a** Because Baby D da Oomp getting to da cash You lame boy, its P. Troy From ATL to AUG, Ya n***as ain't seeing me I'm telling ya (chorus) Reppin' Zone 3 n***a, I throw it up (I throw it up) Catch you off of Pittsburgh, and blow you up (blow you up) But what I really hate (hate) is how you losing weight (losing wight) Time to hang it up Sam, give it a break I got da homeboy say he'll rock wit ya How you expect me to split a block with ya Sam, stepdaddy can't save you from this Next time you be careful who you diss Who is This? Basing for holding up Zone 3 Long gold tee ah looking just like me If I...was old, if I...was broke, if I...got pleasure in smoking dope That's why Kilo kick yo a** at da Nine f**in' wit me goin' get it kick one more time Talkin' bout where my throwback boys Mann them n***as goin' roll wit P.Troy (chorus) Talking to end