Won’t Diss You Lyrics by Lil Yachty is a brand new English song by the Mableton rapper that hits hard with drill-inspired percussion and trap aesthetics. The song talks about power, pride, and contradictions; it’s a wild blend of aggression, emotional detachment, and a flexed-out lifestyle wrapped in a foggy, psychedelic mood. Lil Yachty brings his classic “unbothered” swag to this track, but there’s a dark undertone. He shows he has both aggression and emotions, but he won’t insult his enemies in public. Read Won’t Diss You lyrics by Lil Yachty below, and experience his passion for music.
Lyrics of Won’t Diss You by Lil Yachty
Grow Up, Nigga
(Phew, Phew)
Ayy, Ayy (Phew, Phew)
Ayy (Phew, Phew)
It’s Us, Ayy
These Niggas Ain’t Never Had Struggles (Struggles)
These Niggas Ain’t Never Had Issues (Issues)
Cross Me, Wrap ’em In Tissue (Tissue)
And I Still Go Online Like I Miss You (Miss You)
Won’t Diss You, Nah, Won’t Diss You (Diss You)
Won’t Diss You, Nah, Won’t Diss You (Diss You)
Online, I Never Go Diss You (Diss You)
If Anything, I’ll Say I Miss You (Miss You)
In Person, We’ll Get Right With You (With You)
In Person, We Step To Ya Door (Door)
I’ll Drive The Rolls Royce Like Shedeur (Shedeur)
Park That Motherfu*ker Inside Allure (Uh)
Alla Vodka, Need It For Four (Uh)
Me And Twin, We Rock Like The Stones (Uh)
I’d Drop Off A Quarter At Chrome (Uh)
I Fu*k Up A Sack For Dome (Uh)
I Never Kept Up With The Jones
My Earrings Big As A Bone (Uh)
Me And Twin Rock The Same Cologne (‘logne)
Me And Twin Fu*k These B!tches In Twos (Uh)
If It’s Up, Fu*k A Diffuse (Uh)
I Need Head On The Blade
Brand New Mercedes Alpine Buss Out The Grave (Phew, Phew, Phew)
I Don’t Got Too Blazed, Bad B!tch Blasian, Hop Out And Pop At Ya Fade
Hope Out And Break Out The Cage, Eat Up A X In ‘dade
I’m Smirking Behind These Shades, It’s A First For Her, She Laid
Hop Out And Pop Out The Cage (Hop Out)
Hop Out And Slide Through The Fade (Hop Out)
Hop Out, Quick Scope, Faze (Brrt)
Slide A Cully Straight Through The Blade
Uh, Uh, Uh, That’s Cap
Iphone Receipt, Show The B!tch Get Nasty
Pop It, Pop Out Go Gretzsky (Gretzsky)
B!tch Get Cheeky, I Guessed It (Cheeky)
Iced Out, New Necklace, Ice Cross For Exorcist (New Chain)
They Weak On Accident (Dip), I Feel In Love With A Texan (Uh, Uh, Uh)
Hop Out And Pop Out The Cage (Hop Out)
Hop Out And Slide Through The Fade (Hop Out)
Hop Out, Quick Scope, Faze (Brrt)
Slide A Cully Straight Through The Blade (Hop Out)
Paint It All Red Like The Braves (Hop Out)
Pop Out, Give You A Raise (Pop Out)
Pop The Molly Beige (Pop Out)
Pop Out Loaf Like Dej (Pop Out)
You See Me (Yeah), Feel Me (Yeah), You Cap, You Need A Emmy (Yeah)
Ya God, Ya Demi, Ya Sliding Past Ya Limits (Yeah)
I Can See All Your Gimmicks, I Can Tell You Timid (Timid)
I Pop Out And Send It, Put A Bad B!tch In A Blender (Hop Out)
Put A Bad B!tch In A- (What?)
Hop Out, Blend (Blend)
Hop Out, Blend (Blend)
Blend (Blend, What The Fu*k?)
Blend (Blend)
Blend (Blend, What The Fu*k?)
Fu*k Nigga, Spin
Fu*k Nigga, Spin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fu*k Nigga, Spin (It’s Us, It’s Us, It’s Us, It’s Us)
Fu*k Nigga, Spin (It’s Us, It’s Us, It’s Us)
Fu*k Nigga, Spin (It’s Us, It’s Us, It’s Us, It’s Us)
(Fu*k Nigga, Move Around)
