Horseshoe Gang - b**h Don't Get Pissed On lyrics

[Hook: Demetrius Capone] This song ain't no diss song, b**h just don't get pissed on This song ain't no diss song, just don't get pissed on b**h (x2) [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] We ain't the type of n***as that'll diss no sister But some of these b**hes be tryin' to get yo n***a Now this ain't no diss song, but b**h don't get pissed on These b**hes will try to put your dick on Twitter b**h, understand you from side chick records So don't be tryin' to call me every 5, 6 seconds Gettin' mad when I don't answer, now she threaten to send my main chick a picture of my dick naked b**hes gonna hate, b**hes fall in love I don't even want none of the above I wanna piss on you, piss on you That's what a b**h get when she snitch on you You ain't even a 10, b**h you're an 8 on your face What a b**h gon' do? [Verse 2: Kenny] I just told boo I got money for a verse, now she want the money in her purse I said you's a sideline chick, I should call you Doris Burke b**h just don't get this wrong, and get pissed off when you get pissed on So they don't catch feelings gotta cut the relationship short when you dealin' with a dick this long When my dick spring into action, she spring in the past tense Sprung, become mad and way past tense, if she can't have it Deal with ratchets, not me yo On my phone I call shots but not these hoes I don't ring these hoes or drill these hoes I don't ring these hoes but I watch these hoes [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] We not the kind of n***as that'll disrespect chicks But some of these women they be gettin' wreckless Wanna act all mad, say a n***a ain't sh** But just this morning you cooked me breakfast, b**h You wanna get my necklace, try to take a picture to get some leverage You just want evidence, make my girl hella pissed Where do you get off? You missed your exit You know what's going on, why you wanna act new I'mma run game like a runningback do Momma told me never to love a damn floo-zy See, I don't understand you Ain't even a main chick, and even a main dish You a side dish, stay in your place b**h You ain't number 1, you're number 2 Ironically, you really ain't sh** [Verse 4: Julius Luciano] It don't really make sense how these chicks be madly In love, takin' pictures tryin' to Instagram me They watch my moves, wait for me to slip They watch and wait like Kirstie Alley This ain't no diss song, this ain't about n***as gettin' they diss on Dig it like this, if a b**h gettin' pissed when she listenin' to this She the b**h who was meant to get pissed on in this song b**h, you be dyin' to lie, you the kinda chick that I an*lyze Tell a n***a girl that he ain't comin' home cause he sleepin' with you, Dirty Diana lies I laugh at that sh**, ratchet a** b**h Doing whatever to get a rapper a** b**h No self-esteem havin' a** b**h Hold on, that last part was a diss I fall back in this b**h [Hook: Demetrius Capone]