Dact off that G6, hit the club on that G-shit
Received a belt that’s a G bitch and I’m bout to kill Chief Keef’s shit
Just killed my nigga Meek’s shit
Then I killed my nigga French’s shit
Got a French bitch, no French shit but she giving my dick a French kiss
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
Tell em niggas this gon’ be a long night
Bitches wanna chill we gon’ need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, Man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga we gon need some more sprite
Real nigga, these Drake fans
Fuck charge, we gon take his stands
Take his fans we gon’ shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, straight head
Hunnit racks of these cargos, push the button these cars go
Six trays of that lago, six spades black cards hoe
I got the homies out in Chicago, with the full clique with that bullshit
Dang nigga that’s Rose, with the caps on and MJs
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
Got a Rolex Presidente, got black diamonds Kunta Kinte
Hot porn like turkin’ em, hot wheels we swervin’ em
Next year we getting Derron Williams gonna do Lebron like Dirk and ’em
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
They throwin’ bottles I’m throwin’ models, just cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on soccer fields that’s dome right?
I be singing he be singing so it’s on fight
But hold up I didn’t give a nigga no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh you a pussy nigga, pay up
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice, shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows? Man them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed screamin’ YOLO no I live twice oops hahahaha
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life
We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout-out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life
I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light
Bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
Bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?
Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life
High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lives
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ’em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckers
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Breaking Down the Bars: Chris Brown’s Raw Energy
“I Don’t Like Remix (Drake Diss)” by Chris Brown is a hard-hitting track that pulls no punches. Over a menacing beat, Brown unleashes a fiery barrage of lines directed at his rivals, most notably Drake. The lyrics are packed with braggadocio, clever wordplay, and references to hip-hop culture, sports, and relationships. Brown’s verses are unapologetically direct, reflecting his frustrations with industry politics and personal betrayals.
Thematic Depth and Cultural References
The song stands out for its candid commentary on authenticity and loyalty, condemning so-called “snitch” and “sneak dissers.” Brown uses vivid imagery and pop culture shoutouts—from John Wall and Derrick Rose to OVO and YOLO—to underscore his place in the rap game and his disdain for fakeness. The track’s aggressive tone and confident delivery make it both a diss anthem and a declaration of self-worth.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Not officially credited
- Release Year: 2012