Judan, Tony Valor - Dismissed Lyrics

Yeah
Ha
Bitch I been walkin down the street
Like why they hatin on me
Telling Tony fix the bass so I can eat up this beat (Yeah)
If you ain't gettin no money
Stay the fuck from round me (Round me)
Yeah you know I'm ten toes down
Gucci loafs my feet
Hold up bitch I'm back
I'm wit it yeah let's get it
Bitch I'm drippin
If you ain't bout that life
Then don't say that's how you livin (Livin)
Yeah you Flexin for the gram
You gon end up on pendant
Or a shirt cause pussy nigga that's how I'm feelin (Yeah)
Everybody got a pistol til its time to pop it
Pocket rocket when I take off like martian on these copies (Yeah)
I'm dismissin yall niggas
Who ain't tryna make this profit
Niggas talk a lot of non sense
But got no knowledge
You gossip
I can't switch up for no one
I'm just riding by my lonesome
If you try me you gon blow up
I don't shoot bullets that's a rocket on my holster
I'm God sent
The prophet of frolic and profit
Prioritizin the gold
My family never missin a dollar
You coward ass niggas
You Swear that you ballin
Dismissin the opps
Not a problem
You missin the point
Ima roll up a joint
Ima functioning junkie wit problems
Ima nerd ima fuck on a goth bitch
The gangsta in me get you shot quick
No cap these niggas only pullin out in they pics
No cap these niggas run when we light up the sticks
Tweet about me get you killed
Like that boy lil rich
I still fuck on yo bitch
And I make her pay for the dick
I been off of the shits
Pop a perc I get lit
Pop me a xan you a lick
I don't sip lean by no zip
If it ain't a pint don't sip
Movin drugs til I am rich
You hate like it makes sense
I'm off a bean
You feel my drift
Feel like I'm on acid
How I'm trippin in this fuckin whip
Got the Glock in the compartment
And I Got AR on my hip
If you hatin on my city
Pussy nigga get dismissed
Yeah
From Asia
I made a stop to Cali
Long beach
Your dumbass sent me the addy
Owe me them bands
Showed me your music
You cappin when you talkin bout crippin and bangin
Told you to turn up the volume
And that's when I beat yo ass up
And my phone started ringin (Yeah)
I ain't gon name a nigga but that nigga think
He on that level (Na)
He think he the devil
No sir
You called up another pussy nigga
Thought he was a prince
Bitch ass nigga (Bitch)
Thought you was a rebel (You ain't)
Karma is a bitch
She hit my line and said she hate you
And you was never real
You kept askin me to remake you (Facts)
Yo bitch sent me an email
Tryna convince me to check you
But you already dismissed
I got some business I gotta attend to
Man ain't nobody got time for yo bitch ass

Yeah
Ha
Bitch I been walkin down the street
Like why they hatin on me
Telling Tony fix the bass so I can eat up this beat (Yeah)
If you ain't gettin no money
Stay the fuck from round me (Round me)
Yeah you know I'm ten toes down
Gucci loafs my feet
Hold up bitch I'm back
I'm wit it yeah let's get it
Bitch I'm drippin
If you ain't bout that life
Then don't say that's how you livin (Livin)
Yeah you Flexin for the gram
You gon end up on pendant
Or a shirt cause pussy nigga that's how I'm feelin (Yeah)
Everybody got a pistol til its time to pop it
Pocket rocket when I take off like martian on these copies (Yeah)
I'm dismissin yall niggas
Who ain't tryna make this profit
Niggas talk a lot of non sense
But got no knowledge
You gossip
I can't switch up for no one
I'm just riding by my lonesome
If you try me you gon blow up
I don't shoot bullets that's a rocket on my holster
I'm God sent
The prophet of frolic and profit
Prioritizin the gold
My family never missin a dollar
You coward ass niggas
You Swear that you ballin
Dismissin the opps
Not a problem
You missin the point
Ima roll up a joint
Ima functioning junkie wit problems
Ima nerd ima fuck on a goth bitch
The gangsta in me get you shot quick
No cap these niggas only pullin out in they pics
No cap these niggas run when we light up the sticks
Tweet about me get you killed
Like that boy lil rich
I still fuck on yo bitch
And I make her pay for the dick
I been off of the shits
Pop a perc I get lit
Pop me a xan you a lick
I don't sip lean by no zip
If it ain't a pint don't sip
Movin drugs til I am rich
You hate like it makes sense
I'm off a bean
You feel my drift
Feel like I'm on acid
How I'm trippin in this fuckin whip
Got the Glock in the compartment
And I Got AR on my hip
If you hatin on my city
Pussy nigga get dismissed
Yeah
From Asia
I made a stop to Cali
Long beach
Your dumbass sent me the addy
Owe me them bands
Showed me your music
You cappin when you talkin bout crippin and bangin
Told you to turn up the volume
And that's when I beat yo ass up
And my phone started ringin (Yeah)
I ain't gon name a nigga but that nigga think
He on that level (Na)
He think he the devil
No sir
You called up another pussy nigga
Thought he was a prince
Bitch ass nigga (Bitch)
Thought you was a rebel (You ain't)
Karma is a bitch
She hit my line and said she hate you
And you was never real
You kept askin me to remake you (Facts)
Yo bitch sent me an email
Tryna convince me to check you
But you already dismissed
I got some business I gotta attend to
Man ain't nobody got time for yo bitch ass