Tried to come at me and it felt like a flee
If you want more just knock on my door your mom looks like a who*e
Gonna wish i didn't drop this bish
Boi ya reek like a fish
Not using any hyperbole's cause i'm only spitting facts know get on your knees and s** this f**ing D
Bringing you back in this battle never stopped can't run away boi ya gay
Open up that closet door now you know more
Girl named Trin used to be your only win brought that diss back in
Cause it made the whole track and it tripled all my racks
Its been a whole week and you still have yet to sneak don't even have a beat
You'll never get paid as a rapper i'm a trapper
Your such a basic b**h you'll never be rich
Working at McDonald 9-5 you will never be alive
Next ill start up some twitter beef like the rapper chief keef
Maybe drake or maybe meek don't even try to sneak damn boi ya reek
Siting on a golden throne not even worthy of a bone let alone an ice cream cone
Back in elementary school you tried to be cool but you only drooled
When i came here it was your best f**ing year but now i'm your worst f**ing nightmare
Dissed Luke Lalama while i f**ed up some comas
Now that hes gone everything's gone wrong
We need a new rapper but i'm tryna be a trapper and look sup duper dapper
Got ice on the wrist but it ain't no rolie you'd probably want some mother f**ing posies
First was patty C and he was making trinity history
Then he retied probably just got tired
You acting really hard but i know this hurts better get a man purse better yet a hearse
Its okay to cry you might as well die
f**ing you over with my f**ing range rover
You'll have to find a four leaf clover or just kneel over
Cause i' ll never ever stop
You look scared as a chicken better yet a f**ing hen fight me in a bears den
Tried to keep it from being mean but it'll stop it from being mean
I'v waited so long that word reminded m of my dong
Ain't no mystery of who the winners going to be
This battles f**ing over cause i herded you like cattle
Bet you wish you were a keeper so you could stop all these shots, yea i'm hip to soccer terms and your not eve a blip on my radar
See ya later your just a hater
Smoke coming out when i speak cause i'm on fire the only way you'll stop me is with a hit man for hire
Are you even serious you gotta be delirious
Coming at me like a f**ing wanna be
After this long you better have a god damn good song
Cause on this diss track i only speak facts, boi ya f**ing done
Your shoe game is week fire a heat seek going straight for you torso and your f**ing taint