Enzo - Dirty Who? (feat. enzo, Camilo & Lil Drool) lyrics

[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