“Won’t Diss You“: Lil Yachty Delivers Retro Vibes and Evolving Sound on New Single
Lil Yachty has just unfurled his latest single, “Won’t Diss You,” today, July 11, 2025, arriving complete with a captivating, retro-inspired music video.
The visual companion, masterfully directed by AMD Visuals and Little Miles, immerses viewers in a distinct vintage VHS aesthetic, replete with bold vignettes and inviting warm tones that underscore Yachty’s signature creative approach.
Within these vibrant scenes, he delivers his verses alongside classic automobiles, showcases an array of striking outfits, and prominently displays dazzling jewelry, often in concert with a female co-star.
Musically, “Won’t Diss You” juxtaposes a hard-hitting production with Yachty’s recognizable blend of deliberately flat-toned repetition and sudden bursts of melodic energy.
The track seamlessly continues his recent string of eclectic single releases, closely following last month’s “MURDA,” and its arrival perfectly coincides with the commencement of his Chromakopia World Tour alongside Tyler, the Creator.
The dynamic duo is slated to grace the iconic stage of Madison Square Garden on both July 14 and 15.
With this newest offering, Yachty consistently demonstrates his commitment to pushing creative boundaries while maintaining the bold, evolving sound that has come to define his distinctive body of work.
Quotable Lyrics:
These ni**as ain’t never had struggles (Struggles)
These ni**as 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 motherf**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 f**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 f**k these b*tches in twos (Uh)
If it’s up, f**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
