Shine Diss Track

Shine is home, let alone, let it be known
I’m the boulevard bully fully breaking your bones
And I’m all black hoodie, dressed for the occasion
Knock, knock, who is it? Here’s my invitation
Had the words sent over, she gave us the information
All your street locations, all your configurations
Yeah, greetings and salutations
Air your ass out and get you some ventilation
And these street gangsters thinking they sweet and starving
When y’all looking like something to eat regardless
Better tuck yo chain
When the buckshot bang
It expose yo brain
Shine dawg sick of the syphilis
Flip the flip money to legitimate businesses
(Shine dawg sick of the syphilis
Flip the flip money to legitimate businesses)
With my west side hustler
And that’s how we hustle up
Wait for the right time
Hit you when it’s all mine
Let me see ya gang sign
Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
With my west side hustler
And that’s how we hustle up
I will bless you all
Put a clip through your window, curtain call
I don’t speak with subliminals (no)
Only dope dealers and criminals
Diplomats and generals
Hitmen and hustlers wrap around like tentacles
And just squeeze ya life out
Can’t even pay ya light bills, turn ya lights out
Mike Tyson, first round
Now take this L
Took a pistol to his head
Took all of his bread
Philly face down on the street, ain’t that sweet?
And he did what I said
That’s why the brother ain’t dead, yeah
With my west side hustler
And that’s how we hustle up
Wait for the right time
Hit you when it’s all mine
Let me see ya gang sign
Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
With my west side hustler
And that’s how we hustle up