[Verse 1: enzo]
You been rapping for 4 f**in years (aye)
And you still sh**
Your city hates you, that's Ville sh**
Lu runs from fights on that b**h sh**
Can't get girls got a roach dick
You dumb as f**, need a helmet
Made 3 tapes, never sold sh**
Ain't bout sh**, don't trust him
You can't top my first song
Your song Shots but never shot one
Might blast this b**h with a shotgun
We'll see how many bars you pop off
If i catch you flexing on twitter? don't act tough
And he got kicked out of college? you dumb bruh
Got caught with a vape in his bag and he cried to the cops that's sad bruh
Stupid lil b**h better pay for his beats
He a p**y a** kid with an ego from the streets
And he act real tough like he always packing heat
But he ain't bout sh** you can ask his whole team
Because everybody already know
Dirty Lu's whole life is a joke
s** on Drake's dick I'm like woah
Got no f**in' money like yo (ok)
Some artists let fans down
But Lu ain't got fans so he let his parents down
Solve the problem underwater while i watch him drown
Then get dapped up cause i saved the whole damn town
Stop rapping like honestly
You're a waste of space to society
When i say this sh**s it's from everybody
You should go back to rappin on Musical.ly's
[Verse 2: Camilo]
Dawg, you a b**h
You be hating on my mans and sh**
Your whole team is trash, y'all never lit
Dripped in gold, you wear fakes of sh**
You dick rider, taking Drake's dick
Your whole team's style screams basic
Screaming daddy when Drizzy says taste it
Please don't cry, got enough sh** on my mind
Why the f** would you hate my guys? Stop with them bullsh** lies
Pay my mans or pay with hands
How you be dripping in gold
But you ain't got no bands?
How you the king of the Ville
But you ain't got no fans?
I don't wanna think about it
Motherf**er you should stop it
Claiming that you poppin'
But you at work moppin'
Talking bout this album
When you drop it
Nobody gon f**ing cop it
Dawg look, I don't f** with you
Yeah, f** You Dirty Lu
My name is Milo, b**h respect my f**ing crew
This type of sh** rappers do
Unlike you, yeah you garbage fool
And before you diss me with a Drake beat
Just know mans will come back
And back to back you
For a second time
Yeah motherf**er, I said f** your side
Yeah motherf**er, I said f** your side
Deep ends, baby and we down to ride
[Verse 3: Lil Drool]
Shots... shots…
They comin off the top (aye)
f** around, come get popped
Couldn't come thru, he was gonna call the cops like oh my God!
Aye lil b**h! (f**!)
Diss me again get whipped (f**!)
Off top like a rocketship (f**!)
Lil b**h, you are not hot sh**
f** off my board, you ain't gonna ride
All that you ride is the wave from behind
You really talkin bout wantin more life
But you better change up cause you look like a dyke
Ain't nobody as a** as you
So take a bite out yo pa**ionfruit
Imma run up with the fist and get to smackin you
Think you slappin' and snappin'; a crackalackin foo
You can't handle all this gas
Inhale some albuterol cause once we f**in' pull up on yo block, it is yo funeral
Guap in these pockets, b**h
Hunnids on my f**in' wrist
At yo neck like exorcist
Stupid b**h, s** my dick
Shoutout travis issa f**in rodeo since lu is claimin' to be busy (yah)
Dirty, dizzy, n***a dirty sh**ty like he dirty dickin' down a Drizzy (yah)
Literally, i'm alliterate, you illiterately left in lead
And i took shots right thru yo head, lil b**h
All you saw was a ghost cause you dead