Video Doing Dat Dissing de 952 Lil Quinn 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

952 Lil Quinn - Doing Dat Dissing Lyrics

[Intro: 952 Lil Quinn]
Mm
Body bag a pussy, leave him missing just for doin' that dissing
See, we gon' body bag a pussy, leave him missing just for doin' that dissing

[Chorus: 952 Lil Quinn]
Body bag a pussy, leave him missing just for doin' that dissing
She say, "Quinn, you trippin'," bitch, I'm geekin', lil' ho, mind your business
Stamped up in that kitchen, right wrist whippin', turn that stove hot
Twenty-four them hours, stayed up long nights pushin' 'bows out
Cadillac big truck, matted-out black with them sticks in it
Trackhawk, tinted windows, filled with shooters with them glizzies in it
We pop at your noodle, headshot, wanna see some blood
Tried to take me off, dead plan, I still fuck with cuz

[Verse 1: 952 Lil Quinn]
Bag get dropped off, filled with buds, mans got knocked off playin' with us
I stay to myself, circle small, ranned up mega bucks
Out the window, shooter clutch, they in trucks, just parked a bus
Lil Quinn leave shit on hush, in the dark, but my left wrist bust
Shout out to ma dukes, told me fuck 'em, not to trust these niggas
I dropped out of school with a plan, run up hella figures
You heard she eat dick, yuck mouth, boy, you still gon' kiss her
I read in a book never pause, up and aim and hit 'em

[Chorus: 952 Lil Quinn]
Body bag a pussy, leave him missing just for doin' that dissing
She say, "Quinn, you trippin'," bitch, I'm geekin', lil' ho, mind your business
Stamped up in that kitchen, right wrist whippin', turn that stove hot
Twenty-four them hours, stayed up long nights pushin' 'bows out
Cadillac big truck, matted-out black with them sticks in it
Trackhawk, tinted windows, filled with shooters with them glizzies in it
We pop at your noodle, headshot, wanna see some blood
Tried to take me off, dead plan, I still fuck with cuz
[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Bring that body bag, we gon' throw him out like Domino's
We don't trust them hoes, she on video, might get exposed
Murder, murder, murder, red rum, we come with them drums
We goin' dumb, aim it at his mom
Frraow, frraow
I go stupid on these beats, I need to close my damn mouth
I'm like a Cupid in these streets, bitch, I be poppin' in and out
Make a diss 'bout me, we spinnin' out, let's bring these stickies out
Got two hundred in my bank, let's see who havin' chicken now

[Chorus: 952 Lil Quinn]
Body bag a pussy, leave him missing just for doin' that dissing
She say, "Quinn, you trippin'," bitch, I'm geekin', lil' ho, mind your business
Stamped up in that kitchen, right wrist whippin', turn that stove hot
Twenty-four them hours, stayed up long nights pushin' 'bows out
Cadillac big truck, matted-out black with them sticks in it
Trackhawk, tinted windows, filled with shooters with them glizzies in it
We pop at your noodle, headshot, wanna see some blood
Tried to take me off, dead plan, I still fuck with cuz